Quotes About Imagination

Tonight, I've finally learned to tell fantasy from reality. And, knowing the difference, I choose fantasy.

Gallimard: You have to do what I say! I'm conjuring you up in my mind! Song: Rene, I've never done what you've said. Why should it be any different in your mind?

Good, he did not have enough imagination to become a mathematician. [Upon hearing that one of his students had dropped out to study poetry]

That Schmidt, he didn't have enough imagination for mathematics. Now he has become a poet. For that he had just enough.

How can I survive without a book to read?

Fiction writing feels more honest to me.

William Temple, who served as Archbishop of Canterbury during the difficult days of World War II. He wrote, "To worship is to quicken the conscience by the holiness of God, to feed the mind with the truth of God, to purge the imagination by the beauty of God, to open the heart to the love of God, to devote the will to the purpose of God."3

Lewis said, "Reason is the natural organ of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning."[3] He was saying that stories can align reason with imagination and mind with emotion. When truth is put in imaginative form, it can be driven not only into the mind but also into the heart.

Imagine the thoughts in your mind as being like a garden. Whatever thoughts you water are the thoughts that will grow. When you have a horrible image in your mind, if you keep looking at it and telling yourself that you can't stop, that image will become stronger and stronger.

Carmack was of the moment. His ruling force was focus. Time existed for him not in some promising future or sentimental past but in the present condition, the intricate web of problems and solutions, imagination and code.

It all started, like so many family stories, with a plausible fiction - honest mistake, faulty memory, bit of embroidered imagination that got repeated so many times it became family truth.

Please keep turning your dreams in for new ones.

When you get down to the bottom of it, only about half of what we remember really happened. We tend to modify things to make ourselves look better in our own eyes and in the eyes of others. Then, if what we did wasn't really very admirable, we tend to forget that it ever happened. A normal human being's grasp on reality is very tenuous at best. Our imaginary lives are usually much nicer.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.

gravity, n. I imagine you saved my life. And then I wonder if I'm just imagining it.

It looks like Animal and Miss piggy had sex, I said. And this was the spawn. My eyes! Boomer cried. My eyes! I can't stop seeing it now that you've said it!

WHAT WAS JANE AUSTEN'S LAST FINISHED NOVEL? Vaginas and Virginity. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON IAGO KILLS IN OTHELLO? His manservant Retardio, for forgetting to change the Brita filter! WHAT HAPPENS TO THE LITTLE MERMAID AT THE END OF CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN'S THE LITTLE MERMAID? She turns into a fish and marries Nemo! Fuck you!

I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.

I am not dangerous. Only the stories are dangerous. Only the fictions we create, especially when they become expectations.

They defy gravity, as good books should.

I couldn't fault her for believing, because I had to imagine i was nice to have that illusion still intact.

I was starting to think I was making up memories, just to have answers. Our brain does that sometimes. Or at least mine does.

As we become the distant past, you become a future few of us would have imagined.

This was how we'd always played. You were Cinderella, I was a mouse. You were Alice, I was the Hatter. You were the sun, and I wasn't even the moon.