Quotes About Imagination

is nothing more liberating than playing an illogical game where only you understand all of the rules.

the longer I looked the more certain I became that these figures were real and living, though perhaps not according to the standards that the camera and the biologist would insist upon.

Can you really imagine what it was like in those first moments, peering down into that dark space, and seeing that? Perhaps you can. Perhaps you're staring at it right now.

I aimed my flashlight at the ground—and leapt back, gasping. Incredibly, a human face seemed to be rising out of the earth.

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So she sang back silently to them, as a comfort, there in the cell, and when the moonlight lay thick and bright against the gritty cheek of the sand dune, the foxes would gambol and prance for the sheer delight of it and beckon her to join them, would let her into their minds that she might know what it was to gambol and to prance on those four legs, then these four legs, to see the world from a fox's level. It was almost like flying. Almost.

Birds weren't supposed to levitate or have four mouths or twenty pairs of wings or twelve sets of legs and undulate like a dragon. But, what could you do?

And one day, out of Heaven knows what material, he spun the beast a wonderful name, and from that moment it grew into a god and a religion. The Woman indulged in religion once a week at a church near by, and took Conradin with her, but to him the church service was an alien rite in the House of Rimmon. Every Thursday, in the dim and musty silence of the tool-shed, he worshipped with mystic and elaborate ceremonial before the wooden hutch where dwelt Sredni Vashtar, the great ferret.

I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.

Beyond the realms of what we see, into the regions or the unexplored limited only by our imaginations.

La imaginación es más importante que el conocimiento. El conocimiento es limitado, la imaginación rodea el mundo".

Logica brengt je van A naar B. Verbeelding brengt je overal.

We are different, my friend. We are visionaries. A monkey looks up and sees and banana, and that is as far as he looks. But a visionary looks up and sees the moon.

You know how sometimes you lie in bed at night and think, "What if the law of gravity just wears out and lets go and I drift into space?" Does that ever make you anxious?

Well you improvise with some people better than with others… [Mike Nicholls and I] had the same kind of playfulness. We enjoy the same kind of pretend. As kids do. You know. If he had come and said: 'I'm a doctor, are you sick?' I would have said, if I was kid: 'I don't feel good'. Because I wouldn't have said: 'Whaddya mean?' I would have known what he was doing. We were very childish for our age.

Beauty brings copies of itself into being.

What is imagining like? Like being a plant. What is imagining? It is not-perception: it is instead the quasi-percipient, slightly percipient, almost percipient, not yet percipient, after-percipient of perceptual mimesis. Like the rolled-back pale peach of the daylily Oakleigh, it is not sentience but sentience rolled back.

In effect, writers give us a transcript of how the brain works because they look at the images turning up in their own minds with such concentration and dedication.

Because the practice of writing is, then, a laying down of flowers upon flowers, it may be regarded as an exteriorization of what the imagining mind does, and of what it was doing long before it invented this external form of itself.

We find ourselves contemplating at once the compositional surface on which motion occurs and the things that move on that compositional surface because imagining motion requires us to blur the distinction between figure and ground, as when passengers sitting in a stationary train feel themselves begin to fall through space when another train passes by.

In his imagination he was far away in a little Western town with a missionary minister who was poor, sick, worried, and almost alone in the world - but who was poring over the Bible to find how many times his Lord and Master had told him to rejoice and be glad.

Side by side stood The Lady of the Lake, Treasure Island, and David Copperfield; and coverless and dogeared lay Robinson Crusoe, The Arabian Nights, and Grimm's Fairy Tales. There were more, many more, and David devoured them all with eager eyes. The good in them he absorbed as he absorbed the sunshine; the evil he cast aside unconsciously—it rolled off, indeed, like the proverbial water from the duck's back.

The Englishman likes to imagine himself at sea, the German in a forest. It is impossible to express the difference of their national feeling more concisely.

At home in the nursery, I usually played alone. Actually, I seldom played, I spoke to the wallpaper. The many dark circles in the pattern of the wallpaper seemed like people to me. I made up stories in which they appeared, either I told them the stories or they played with me, I never got tired of the wallpaper people and I could talk to them for hours.