Quotes About Imagination

I shall have twenty cats and talk to them all," she said, picking up the volume of poetry. "My cats and I shall have fish every day for dinner." Her imagination taking flight, she finished, dropping the book into the box, "And I shall memorize every line in this book and paint it in calligraphy on my living room walls.

Do you know, I always imagine that the subway trains are dragons,' Rose said to Bear as they clung to his coat for support in the swaying car. 'Tearing back and forth across the city in their underground caves, devouring people and spitting them out at random destinations.

think you'd put the horses in the house, though," he guffawed.

The world is far bigger than we believe," he murmured. "What more could we see if we but looked?

He wanted to see the world through her eyes, where simple things like oak paneling and stone bridges were marvels.

There are two ways of looking at the sky;you can wonder why its blue or wonder what you can do with a blue sky!Learn to take the positive approach always.

There is something of the ghoul in the page-swallower and of the novel-reader in the stroller through cemeteries.

I was on the far side of the dream.

However much human ingenuity may increase the treasures which nature provides for the satisfaction of human needs, they can never be sufficient to satisfy all human wants; for man, unlike other creatures, is gifted and cursed with an imagination which extends his appetites beyond the requirements of subsistence. Human

Without atmosphere a painting is nothing.

Painting is the grandchild of Nature.

Ik heb een hekel aan fantastische vertellingen. Sprookjes, dromen, saai-jans-fiction, de hele boel kan me gestolen worden.' 'Waarom, meisje?' 'Het gewone dagelijkse leven is al fantastisch genoeg.' 'Kind, kind,' de juffrouw hief de handen geschrokken ten plafond, 'waar haal je die onzin vandaan! Straks ga je nog zeggen dat de werkelijkheid fantastischer is dan een roman.

Ich glaube an einen Fluss der vom Meer zu den Bergen fließt ich fordere nicht mehr von der Poesie als diesen Fluss zu beschreiben.

At 3 am anything was possible: you could do a handstand on a genever bottle

Toen ze weer over het grind liep, terug naar de mannen, begon de zon als een gek om haar as te tollen, het groen werd dieper groen, de warmte nog bladstiller en nog luier vlijde het lauwe gras zich neer, maar hoogstwaarschijnlijk was dit allemaal maar verhitte verbeelding.

De camera staat nu op zijn kop. Met mijn voeten hang ik aan de straten van de stad, mijn hoofd zwabbert in de leegte. Trams slaan vonken uit de ruimte. Lantaarnpalen breken los uit het trottoir en storten de diepte in. De regisseur is verliefd geworden op zijn effect en vergeet z'n levensgevaarlijk rondscharrelende hoofdrolspeler. Ik raak verward in de glanzend berijpte takken van een boom.

Rien ne s'y trouve formé, parce que toutes les formes y sont possibles.

I am thing that thinks: that is, a things that doubts,affirms, denies, understands a few things, is ignorant of many things, is willing, is unwilling, and also which imagines and has sensory perceptions.

The dreams we imagine when we are asleep should not in any way make us doubt the truth of the thoughts we have when we are awake.

And what more am I? I look for aid to the imagination. [But how mistakenly!] I am not that assemblage of limbs we call the human body; I am not a subtle penetrating air distributed throughout all these members; I am not a wind, a fire, a vapor, a breath or anything at all that I can image. I am supposing all these things to be nothing. Yet I find, while so doing, that I am still assured that I am a something.

so that there resulted a chaos as disordered as the poets ever feigned

By intuition I mean, not the wavering assurance of the senses, or the deceitful judgment of a misconstructed imagination, but a conception, formed by unclouded mental attention, so easy and distinct as to leave no room for doubt in regard to the thing we are understanding.

For indeed when painters themselves wish to represent sirens and satyrs [20] by means of especially bizarre forms, they surely cannot assign to them utterly new natures. Rather, they simply fuse together the members of various animals. Or if perhaps they concoct something so utterly novel that nothing like it has ever been seen before (and thus is something utterly fictitious and false), yet certainly at the very least the colors from which they fashion it ought to be true. And