Quotes About Imagination

The matters I relateAre true lies.

Poetry is indispensable --if I only knew what for.

The poet doesn't invent. He listens.

Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.

I've always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.

At all costs the true world of childhood must prevail, must be restored; that world whose momentous, heroic, mysterious quality is fed on airy nothings, whose substance is so ill-fitted to withstand the brutal touch of adult inquisition.

One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.

Be you writer or reader, it is very pleasant to run away in a book.

Trecutul era o p?dure mare, foarte frumoas?, unde cât vedeai cu ochii, se încruci?au ramurile acelor arbori care coborau pân? la noi.

We shall all die. But we shall not die together. Something will be left behind us like a trail of light to transmit to succeeding generations all that is great in work and in the imagination. And more than crumbling palaces and mutilated statues, what shines forever in men's memories are the efforts of the mind to lift itself above everyday existence by laughter, terror, metaphysical thought, the beauty of the word, and the brilliance of ideas.

For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.

Art doesn't go to sleep in the bed made for it. It would sooner run away than say its own name: what it likes is to be incognito. Its best moments are when it forgets what its own name is.

But the ultimate question is, Do the eyes receive other things than what the mind projects on them; aren't they really mirrors reflecting the mind's emissions? Perhaps we live in a world invented by ourselves.

L'art ne vient pas coucher dans les lits qu'on a faits pour lui ; il se sauve aussitôt qu'on prononce son nom »

In space, she kept devising new and barbaric forms for herself, for she sensed intuitively that immobility makes it too easy for God to get you in a good wrestling hold and carry you off. So she danced. While walking. Everywhere.

Als er iets mis gaat, (...) gaat mijn geest, zodra ik, maar even de tijd krijg, (...), aan het werk om mij de al te wrede werkelijkheid te maskeren. Zo snel mogelijk maak ik voor mezelf een wereld waarin ik hofjonker ben, prins, koning of scheepsjongen (...). Het is alsof een handle wordt overgehaald en een valluik zich opent, waardoor ik in een fantasiewereld stort die wraak neemt. (...) het kan ook zijn dat in het dromen mijn roeping ligt.

Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.

A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.

I leave you free to imagine any dialogue you please. Choose whatever may charm you. Have it, if you like, that they hear the voice of the blood, or that they fall in love at first sight... Conceive the wildest improbabilities. Have it that the depths of their beings are thrilled at accosting each other in slang. Tangle them suddenly in a swift embrace or a brotherly kiss. Do whatever you like.

les feuilles faisaient du bruit comme une robe de faille.

Un petit vent posé sur le figuier menait un train du diable dans les grandes feuilles.

trois images sont peinturées dedans ma tête, telles que, vivantes, et qui se mettent entre le pays et moi, si bien que je les vois quand mon Å"il, pourtant, regarde l'arbre, l'herbe, la pomme ou le dos des collines.

Il dressa en face de mes yeux une de ces musiques à bouche qu'on achète dans les foires : du fer et du bois.

There is no better way of exercising the imagination than the study of law. No poet ever interpreted nature as freely as a lawyer interprets the truth.