Quotes About Imagination

Edgar Rice Burroughs

Edgar Rice Burroughs

Edgar Rice Burroughs

But when I saw these sleek, shiny carcasses shimmering in the sunlight as they emerged from the ocean, shaking their giant heads; when I saw the waters roll from their sinuous bodies in miniature waterfalls as they glided hither and thither, now upon the surface, now half submerged; as I saw them meet, open-mouthed, hissing and snorting, in their titanic and interminable warring I realized how futile is man's poor, week imagination by comparison with Nature's incredible genius.

Edgar Rice Burroughs

Genius moves to creation, not to destruction. Only a very few have combined both.

It may seem odd to say that the men who made the myths disliked the irrational and had a love for facts; but it is true, no matter how wildly fantastic some of the stories are...

If you cannot imagine pain fully, neither can you fully imagine the resources you have in you to meet it and overcome it.

And telling a story, I suppose, is like winding a skein of spun yarn- you sometimes lose track of the beginning.

East of the sun and west of the moon.

For all that I loved the old tales of magic, I did not actually want there to be talking animals and mysterious requests on storm-tossed nights. Such things were for stories and ought to remain there.

Poetry is the deification of reality.

And all the while, I suppose, he thought, real people were living somewhere, and real things happening to them ...

Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.

True originality consists not in a new manner, but in a new vision.

There are moments when a man's imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level, and surveys the long windings of destiny.

You are an artist and I happen to be the bit of color you are using today.

There are only four great arts: music, painting, sculpture, and ornamental pastry - architecture being the least banal derivative of the latter.

The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.

Since the fanciful vision of the future that had flitted through her imagination at their first meeting she had hardly ever thought of his marrying her. She had not had to put the thought from her mind; it had not been there. If ever she looked ahead she felt instinctively that the gulf between them was too deep, and that the bridge their passion had flung across it was as insubstantial as a rainbow. But she seldom looked ahead; each day was so rich that it absorbed her....

Her soul opened slowly and timidly to her kind, but her imagination rushed out to the beauties of the visible world; and the decaying majesty of Allfriars moved her strangely.

Affluence, unless stimulated by a keen imagination, forms but the vaguest notion of the practical strain of poverty.

You mustn't tell your dreams. Miss Testvalley says nothing bores people so much as being told other people's dreams. Nan said nothing, but an iron gate seemed to clang shut in her - the gate that was so often slammed by careless hands. As if anyone could be bored by such dreams as hers!

and he could only follow the shadowy pantomime of their silhouettes