Quotes About Imagination

Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse: Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.

Noi siamo della stessa materia Di cui son fatti i sogni E la nostra piccola vita È circondata da un sonno.

in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.

Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things.

so full of shapes is fancy

Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry

Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.

William Shakespeare

Thou talk'st of nothing. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasty; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face t the dew-dropping south.

Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbours air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.

she did lie In her pavillion--cloth-of-gold of tissue-- O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy out-work nature

My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts, and these same thoughts people this little world.

In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell. It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound.

A dream itself is but a shadow.

Our reasons are not prophets When oft our fancies are.

I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain'.

Ci sono più cose in cielo e in terra, Orazio, di quante non ne immagini la tua filosofia.

The best in this kind are but shadows, and the worst are no worse if imagination amend them.

Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts; ... Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them ...

Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.

No temas; la isla está llena de sonidos y músicas suaves que deleitan y no dañan. Unas veces resuena en mi oído el vibrar de mil instrumentos, y otras son voces que, si he despertado tras un largo sueño, de nuevo me hacen dormir. Y, al soñar, las nubes se me abren mostrando riquezas a punto de lloverme, así que despierto y lloro por seguir soñando. (Calibán)

My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.