Quotes About Imagination

Oh, sweet Fancy! Let her loose; Everything is spoilt by use (...) Let the winged Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home

The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness, and all the thousand bitters which those men I speak of must necessarily taste in going over the following pages.

Where are you now? How are the nymphs? I suppose they have led you a fine dance.

De nada tengo certeza sino de la santidad de los afectos del corazón y de la verdad de la imaginación.

Yet can I think of thee till thought is blind

Had you 'artists' had a part in the decoration of the Sistine Chapel, it would have ended up looking like a particularly vulgar train terminal," Ignatius snorted.

The outfit was acceptable by any theological and geometrical standards, however abstruse, and suggested a rich inner life.

I was in the Pre-School Play section, but we never played like the name said. We had to listen to stories some old woman read to us out of a grownup book that we didn't understand.

To proclaim the need for new ideas has served, in some measure, as a substitute for them.

Speculation, it has been noted, comes when popular imagination settles on something seemingly new in the field of commerce or finance.

Stranded in this mill town railroad yard while the whole world was converging elsewhere, we seemed to be nothing but children playing among heroic men.

he's imagining himself Justice incarnate, balancing the scales. He's forgotten that Justice incarnate is not only balancing the scales but also blindfolded.

Creativity is a gift. It doesn't come through if the air is cluttered.

I put things down on sheets of paper and stuff them in my pockets. When I have enough, I have a book.

Surrealism had a great effect on me because then I realised that the imagery in my mind wasn't insanity. Surrealism to me is reality.

So long ago, was it in a dream, was it just a dream?

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.

imagine a world without people

Reporter lady: What's that color? John: Hm. I'd call this a color!

Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can.

You won't get anything unless you have the vision to imagine it

You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one

An artist, when sketching, looks at a landscape and then a sketch pad, repeating the process until an image appears, depicting, but not duplicating, what's there. Landscape and sketch pad guide the artist's hand, but no two artists will sketch the scene in just the same way.

What we need is a treasure house, not of knowledge, but of ignorance. Something that gives not answers but questions. Something that shines light, not on already garish facts, but into the dark, damp corners of ignorance. And