Quotes About Imagination

Is it thus with all our pleasures? Is suspense always better than enjoyment? Hope than fruition? Is it the rich who in very truth are the poor? Have we not both perhaps exaggerated feeling by giving to imagination too free a rein? There are times when this thought freezes me. Shall I tell you why? Because I am meditating another visit to the bottom of the garden — without Griffith. How far could I go in this direction?

Once, she'd dreamed about being taken care of by this man. But this care didn't have the sugared taste she'd imagined.

If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.

What is art Nature concentrated.

And he would gaze in terror at his furniture, his walls, his pictures - what strange scene might they one day witness, what awful experience might he one day have in their presence?

To the imaginative, it is always something of an adventure to walk down a pleached alley. You enter boldly enough, but soon you find yourself wishing you had stayed outside — it is not air that you are breathing, but silence, the almost palpable silence of trees.

Fairyland is the place where what we look upon as symbols and figures actually exist and occur

We have the misfortune of living in a country that marches with the unknown; and that is apt to make the fancy sick. Though we laugh at old songs and old yarns, nevertheless, they are the yarn with which we weave our picture of the world.

there is not a single homely thing that, looked at from a certain angle, does not become fairy. Endymion Leer

that one could play with reality and give it what shape one chose.

Besides, there was that foolish feeling of his that reality was not solid, and that facts were only plastic toys; or, rather, that they were poisonous plants, which you need not pluck unless you choose. And, even if you do pluck them, you can always fling them from you and leave them to wither on the ground. He

Have you ever noticed a little child of three or four walking hand in hand with its father through the streets? It is almost as if the two were walking in time to perfectly different tunes. Indeed, though they hold each other's hand, they might be walking on different planets … each seeing and hearing entirely different things.

Nog voor de roep van Cantecleer Klinkt het geraaskal van Endymion Leer.

It's hard to believe that a caterpillar turns into a butterfly. They don't have anything at all in common. But I guess it's just as strange that a kid turns into an adult. I never want to be like a grown-up. They don't have much fun. Greta and I are planning to live next door to each other when we grow up, and raise horses and dogs and keep a few cats. I guess we'll have to marry men who like animals.

As in painting, so in poetry.

A picture is a poem without words.

The power of daring anything their fancy suggest, as always been conceded to the painter and the poet.

Taught or untaught, we all scribble poetry.

"Painters and poets," you say, "have always had an equal license in bold invention." We know; we claim the liberty for ourselves and in turn we give it to others.

We talked about Friedrich Miescher and Oswald Avery, and Chargaff modulated from philippic to elegiac. Then he said, "I am against the over-explanation of science, because I think it impedes the flow of scientific imagination and associations. My main objection to molecular biology is that by its claim to be able to explain everything, it actually impedes the flow of free scientific explanation. But there is not a scientist I have met who would share my opinion.

A house without books is like a room without windows.

Children learn to read by being in the presence of books.

Every drop of ink in my pen ran cold.

Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not. A sense of humour was provided to console him for what he is.