Quotes About Imagination

I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe.

Çünkü gerçeÄŸin ay?rt edici özelliÄŸi hayal edilemez olmas?d?r. (...) EÄŸer gerçek diye bir kavram varsa, son derece komplekstir ve bir bütün oluÅŸturacak ÅŸekilde kavranmas? imkans?zd?r.

And then there were the poets, those unbelievable people so different from other men, who told anyone who would listen that a wish is more important than a fortune, and that a dream can weigh more than iron or steel.

Poetry proceeds from the totality of man, sense, imagination, intellect, love, desire, instinct, blood and spirit together.

maliar.. je tiež ?lovekom, a to skôr, ako je maliarom

Don't be afraid of your dreams.

J'aimais que les gens écrivent sur les murs, sur les maisons, sur les trottoirs, dans la rue, partout. De toute façon, j'aimais les mots.

Dans les livres, il n'y a rien ou presque rien d'important: tout est dans la tête de la personne qui lit.

Books contain nothing, or almost nothing, that's important: everything is in the mind of the person reading them.' If you were trying to find an idiotic remark, that one took the cake!

Le cancre Il dit non avec la tête Mais il dit oui avec le coeur Il dit oui à ce qu'il aime Il dit non au professeur Il est debout On le questionne Et tous les problèmes sont posés Soudain le fou rire le prend Et il efface tout Les chiffres et les mots Les dates et les noms Les phrases et les pièges Et malgré les menaces du maître Sous les huées des enfants prodiges Avec des craies de toutes les couleurs Sur le tableau noir du malheur Il dessine le visage du bonheur

Upravo to je književnost: umetnost pisanja koja ublažava raliku izme?u sveta umetnosti i sveta obi?nog života tako što izjedna?ava sve teme.

Le réel doit être fictionné pour être pensé.

Who will wake up at the end of my dream?

And of the fact that every vision of the past is a vision of the blind

all that a world could be, no matter what, is, somewhere, in some way. fullness of possibles, consistency. no matter which talking head, mine for example, adjacent to my body and why not against my face, the angel's, the black shadow face itself, but all the seats are taken, all the worlds unavailable to you.

Jahnna N. Malcolm

ahorita me siento julieta aquí en el piso doce y tu mirándome desde el malecón infecto lleno de ratas, ay qué emoción, no cualquier día la hacen sentirse a una como julieta...

Por qué eres tan hermosa? ¿Te acunaron en versos? ¿Leche de flor bebiste? ¿Quién te modeló sobre mi corazón, quién te tatuó sobre mis ojos?

Ojalá te encuentre por aquí, en alguna calle del sueño. Es una gran alegría ésta de aprisionarte con mis párpados al dormir.

Both the devil and the artist share the same dream: to unknow the world.

If there's a world with ghosts, shouldn't we be constantly walking through hundreds of apparitions of just regular old people?

I love to read

In a daydream I used to have, all these places were points of happiness to me; all these places were lifeboats to my small drowning soul, for I would imagine myself entering and leaving them, and just that - entering and leaving over and over again - would see me through a bad feeling I did not have a name for. I only knew it felt a little like sadness but heavier than that.

When I looked at them, they made up a sea.