Quotes About Imagination

Even if we die at 100, we're still dying young. I want at least 700 years. There's a lot of travelling and books to read and movies to see. I'm not going to squeeze it all in in 85 years.

You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come:Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.

Where beams of imagination play, The memory's soft figures melt away.

So when the faithful pencil has design'd Some bright idea of the master's mind, Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready Nature waits upon his hand; When the ripe colours soften and unite, And sweetly melt into just shade and light; When mellowing years their full perfection give, And each bold figure just begins to live, The treacherous colours the fair art betray, And all the bright creation fades away!

So vast is art, so narrow human wit

To me what Nature has in charms denied, Is well by Wit's more lasting flames supplied.

Where beams of warm imagination play, The memory's soft figures melt away. One science only will one genius fit; So vast is art, so narrow human wit:

Seated in my library at night, and looking on the silent faces of my books, I am occasionally visited by a strange sense of the supernatural.

Books are a finer world within our world.

Our imagination is struck only by what is great; but the lover of natural philosophy should reflect equally on little things.

What we glean from travellers' vivid descriptions has a special charm; whatever is far off and suggestive excites our imagination; such pleasures tempt us far more than anything we may daily experience in the narrow circle of sedentary life.

My mom would take me to restaurants, and the first thing I'd ask for would be a pen and a napkin, and I'd sketch shoes and shoes and shoes.

thinking about all the weird things

The mind I love must have wild places: a tangled orchard where damsons drop in heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, a chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody has fathomed the depths of... and paths threaeded with flowers planted by the mind." Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulnes

Cherie, did the table do something I did not see or were you just attempting to teach it a lesson?" "I was imagining it was Evor." "Strange that they do not resemble each other." "I have a good imagination." "Ah, in that case, I do not suppose you are imagining I'm Brad Pitt?

The low ceiling that was water stained and boasting spiders so large she half expected Frodo and Sam to appear and fight them off.

When men see an attractive woman, they fantasize about sex. When women see an attractive man they fantasize about a relationship.

Sounds incredible? Hell, it does. But perhaps we all need to believe something incredible once in a while.

I don't understand it myself, really. It's like the idea of him is better than the him of him

They probably didn't care if it was the real thing or not. They wanted it to be. And by suspending their disbelief they could believe in the illusion.

Although she was gregarious, she inadvertently separated herself from people because she was so often inside her own head, focusing on her creativity.

Letter writing is a habit that allows us to explore new trails all our lives. Each day is a fresh new adventure when we regularly send and receive letters.

As comestibles nourish our bodies and ideas nourish our minds, so art nourishes our souls.

He was thinking alone, and seriously racking his brain to find a direction for this single force four times multiplied, with which he did not doubt, as with the lever for which Archimedes sought, they should succeed in moving the world, when some one tapped gently at his door.