Quotes About Imagination

A new creation, an innovation that will be the sensation of the nation for the duration, an inspiration that will require no demonstration for universal acclimation, according to my intimation, but will receive an ovation to stagger the imagination.

What's the current hit?" "The Lost Chord" he tells me. "Just a few notes, but it sounds like nothing you'll ever hear.

It is the glory and good of Art That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth - to mouths like mine, at least.

What if all's appearance? Is not outside seeming real as substance inside? Both are facts, so leave me dreaming.

Robert Browning's childhood was passed in an unusually serene and happy home. In Development he tells how, at five years of age, he was made to understand the main facts of the Trojan War by his father's clever use of the cat, the dogs, the pony in the stable, and the page-boy, to impersonate the heroes of that ancient conflict.

Generally thus much we may conclude of melancholy; that it is [2604] most pleasant at first, I say, mentis gratissimus error, [2605] a most delightsome humour, to be alone, dwell alone, walk alone, meditate, lie in bed whole days, dreaming awake as it were, and frame a thousand fantastical imaginations unto themselves.

They say it is possible to see stars from the bottom of a well when the sun is shining.

Books are the blessed chloroform of the mind.

We're asleep yet not asleep. We are thinking a strange thought, Thinking we are to be slaughtered, That cranberry branches are burning, That cauldrons are steaming, That steel knives are being sharpened.

I have found, Mr. Noir, that if you make a story with gaps in it, people just step in to fill them up, they can't help themselves.

The most radical new element that comes to the fore in hypertext is the system of multidirectional and often labyrinthine linkages we are invited or obliged to create. Indeed the creative imagination often becomes more preoccupied with linkage, routing and mapping than with statement or style, or with what we would call character or plot (two traditional narrative elements that are decidedly in jeopardy).

Kerri turned each page slowly, lifting the next page and scanning the pictures

She gazed up at the buildings and imagined angels perched on the edge of the roofs; tall slender angels with drooping wings; standing in perfect silence, watching her without expectation as if in an eternal dream: We give you the city. No one is watching. Set yourself free.

It's what we call a fanciful life construction. Also known as baloney.

G]ood people are rarely suspicious: they cannot imagine others doing the things they themselves are incapable of doing; usually they accept the undramatic solution as the correct one, and let matters rest there.

If rationalism and secularism have taken us so far that we can no longer imagine what Phidippides saw, then we are incapable of understanding—and consequently defending ourselves against—religious movements that reverse the Enlightenment and affect today's geopolitics.

You will see, philosophical values will fade away in your country, too. To advance themselves, politicians will increasingly claim beliefs that they don't actually possess. Values are a reflection of the soul. And as souls fade, people no longer need values. Souls fade gradually because of the substitution of the inner imagination by technology: smartphones, intelligent toys, the array of electronics at malls, all make soulful intelligence less necessary.

This world demands the qualities of youth; not a time of life but a state of mind, a temper of the will, a quality of the imagination, a predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the life of ease.

You're always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~ And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.

So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.

Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes all the pressure off the second.

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.