Quotes About Imagination

Y cantamos canciones que nos inventamos cuando dormimos y que dicen que si subes como la espuma te caerás desde las alturas.

Divide the Kongor lord's house by six. A house that is by a room, with an arch door, and walls of clay and mortar. Now put another room on top of that one, then another, then another, and another, then one more and one more on top of that, with a roof that curves like when the moon cuts herself in half. That was this man's house, a house that looked like just one column was cut off and sent to the Dolingo savannah.

The fishes had the head, arms, and breasts of women.

Imperious, choleric, irascible, extreme in everything, with a dissolute imagination the like of which has never been seen, atheistic to the point of fanaticism, there you have me in a nutshell, and kill me again or take me as I am, for I shall not change.

Happiness is ideal, it is the work of the imagination.

Never lose sight of the fact that all human felicity lies in man's imagination, and that he cannot think to attain it unless he heeds all his caprices. The most fortunate of persons is he who has the most means to satisfy his vagaries.

Truth titillates the imagination far less than fiction.

The imagination is the spur of delights... all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?

The pleasure of the senses is always regulated in accordance with the imagination. Man can aspire to felicity only by serving all the whims of his imagination.

With a book in your hand...you can go anywhere you want

Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.

I like the feeling that anything, anything, could happen.

Don't do anything that isn't play!

Books that distribute things... with as daring a freedom as we use in dreams, put us on our feet again.

the doctor gestures at the X-ray where the lung crumples like a tossed poem.

The poet's house was a city of glass:

One day, years later, the soldiers wheeled around to find themselves in a city of glass. Their rifles turned to carnival glass; bullets dissolved, glittering, in their hands. From the poet's zoo they heard monkeys cry; from the poet's observatory they heard poem after poem like a call to prayer.

todo es tan garciamarqueciano que sospecho que él no existió...

Emily Dickinson reminds us what it's like to be alive. And when she does—she takes our breath away.

Emily could hardly get up in the morning without metaphors and images flooding her mind. Often her letters to Austin took on the appearance of a composition exercise, as if she were trying to freeze a moment in words and capture not only the look, but also the feel of an instant.

beneath the surface, Emily was trying to understand if writers were responsible for the feelings they prompted in others: if hurling a word had the same effect as throwing a stone. Was imagination—like a loaded gun—the one pulling the trigger?

She wanted her poems to translate all she saw and heard and felt, and not be any earthly thing. What she aimed for was evanescence like the brilliance of lightning, the flash of truth, or a transport so swift it felt like flight.

While Emily's verse always drew from more than the literal details of her life, impaired vision made her rely on her imagination even more. If she could not see distinctly or at all, she would have to tap into her metaphorical reserve. She may have found that imagination gave her a richer sense of perception than what she could discern from her eyes.

Disgust relies on moral obtuseness. It is possible to view another human being as a slimy slug or a piece of revolting trash only if one has never made a serious good-faith attempt to see the world through that person's eyes or to experience that person's feelings. Disgust imputes to the other a subhuman nature. How, by contrast, do we ever become able to see one another as human? Only through the exercise of imagination.