Quotes About Imagination

Weißt Du, daß es außer den über dreißig Farben in einem Farbtub-Kasten noch eine weitere, für Menschenaugen sehr wohl sichtbare Farbe gibt — die der Traurigkeit?

To be able to see into a friends' dream is a dream in itself. -Doctor K?saku Tokita (Paprika)

I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.

Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the disheveled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or woman lost?

Had there been no Renaissance and no Italian influence to bring in the stories of other lands English history would, it may be, have become as important to the English imagination as the Greek Myths to the Greek imagination; and many plays by many poets would have woven it into a single story whose contours, vast as those of Greek myth, would have made living men and women seem like swallows building their nests under the architrave of some Temple of the Giants.

This melancholy London -- I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.

It is not permitted to a man, who takes up pen or chisel, to seek originality, for passion is his only business, and he cannot but mould or sing after a new fashion because no disaster is like another.

Every intelligent person, whether he's an artist or not - a mathematician, a doctor, a scientist - possesses a poetic way of seeing and describing the world.

already she drew in the sand with her big toe: King Solomon, as though he were a rubber ball, an apocalyptic, bearded herring, an imperial walking-stick, an amalgam, half chicken and half Solomon.

Know that the essence of a person, as such, is quite impossible to perceive without his material embodiment (...) This is because our five senses and our imagination do not offer us anything more than the revelation of the actions of the essence, but not the essence itself.

One old courtier, Jofuku by name, said that far away across the seas there was a country called Horaizan,

Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.

Children are the only bold philosophers. And bold philosophers will always be children. So you're right, it's a child's question, just as it should be.

Listen." I tugged at my neighbor. "Just listen to me! You must-you must give me an answer: out there, where your finite universe ends! What is out there, beyond it?

Sizler, tan?mad???m okurlar?m, sizler bize oranla muhtemelen çocuksunuz (sonuçta bizim arkam?zda TekDevlet var ve haliyle insan için en mümkün en yüksek doruklara erdik). Ve t?pk? çocuklar gibi, ac? ÅŸeyleri ancak tatl? ve kal?n bir macerayla kaplay?p verirsem yutacaks?n?z.

I told you, we must cut out imagination. In everyone...Extirpate imagination. Nothing but surgery, nothing but surgery will do!

How do you know nonsense isn't a good thing? if human nonsense had been nurtured and developed for centuries, just as intelligence has, then perhaps something extraordinarily previous could have come from it.

Shutting my eyes, I dreamed in formulas.

Was it not I who populated with them all these pages—just recently no more than white rectangular deserts? Without me, would they ever be seen by those whom I shall lead behind me along the narrow paths of lines?

Children are the only bold philosophers. And bold philosophers have to be children. Precisely like children, and there should always be: but what next?

But this is not your fault—you are sick. The name of this sickness is IMAGINATION.  It is a worm that gnaws out black lines on the forehead. It is a fever that drives you to escape ever farther, even if this "farther" begins where happiness ends.

Ime te bolesti je: Mašta. To je -- crv, koji grize crne bore na ?elu. To je groznica koja vas tjera da tr?ite sve dalje -- iako to 'dalje' po?inje tamo gdje završava sre?a. To je -- posljednja barikada na putu prema sre?i. Radujte se: ona je ve? raznesena. Put je slobodan.

What's going on? A soul? Did you say, a soul? What the hell! Next thing you know we'll have cholera again. What did I tell you? [He tossed the thin one on his horns.] I told you so... we should operate on all of them, on the imagination. Extirpate the imagination. Surgery's the only answer... nothing but surgery...