Quotes About Imagination

All I have left is a transparent body inside of which transparent doves hurl themselves on a transparent dagger held by a transparent hand.

Chère imagination, ce que j'aime surtout en toi, c'est que tu ne pardonnes pas.

Indépendamment de ce qui arrive, n'arrive pas, c'est l'attente qui est magnifique.

Imaginação querida, o que sobretudo amo em ti é não perdoares.

Hugo est surréaliste quand il n'est pas bête.

Puis, soudain, se plaçant devant moi, m'arrêtant presque, avec cette manière extraordinaire de m'appeler, comme on appellerait quelqu'un, de salle en salle, dans un château vide: "André? André?... Tu écriras un roman sur moi. Je t'assure. Ne dis pas non. Prends garde, tout s'affaiblit, tout disparait. De nous il faut que quelque chose reste...""-Nadja

We have said nothing about Chirico until we take into account his most personal views about the artichoke, the glove, the cookie, or the spool.

Aux yeux de niveau d'eau de niveau d'air de terre et de feu.

Hugo est surréaliste quand il n'est pas bête.

Then suddenly, standing in front of me, virtually stopping me, with that extraordinary way she had of calling me, the way you might call someone from room to room in an empty castle: 'André? André?...You will write a novel about me. I'm sure you will. Don't say you won't. Be careful: everything fades, everything vanishes. Something must remain of us...

Indépendamment de ce qui arrive, n'arrive pas, c'est l'attente qui est magnifique.

Milagre da literatura, quando é verdadeira.

I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams.... Man... is above all the plaything of his memory.

No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.

To reduce the imagination to a state of slavery --even though it would mean the elimination of what is commonly called happiness --is to betray all sense of absolute justice within oneself. Imagination alone offers me some intimation of what can be.

The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter and that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.

The true painter strives to paint what can only be seen through his world.

Art is a revolt against fate. All art is a revolt against man's fate.

Memory is a great artist. For every man and for every woman it makes the recollection of his or her life a work of art and an unfaithful record.

The queen has kept changing. The truth is I've never met the queen...well, never exactly her, do you understand?

Bet kai tik kieno nors žvilgsnis, šypsena, sakinys, gestas atkreipia m?s? d?mes?, m?s? vaizduot?, nepaisydama valios, jau ir ima ?žvelgti anapus j? slypin?ias galimybes. Šit moteris mums dav? dingst? - nors ir menk? - tik?tis.

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Bueno-explicó-(¿Qué más desea el lector:¿Explicó?¿Contó?¿Dijo?¿Musitó?¿Interecedió?¿Requirió?¿Sibiló?, esta última palabra para enriquecer el conocido y monotonísimo axioma del fanfarrón y pseudovanguardista J.COrtázar. ¡Ah, los caminos sin fin de la vana literatura!)

La música es cada uno de esos pedacitos que antes tuve en mí y los fui desprendiendo al azar. Yo estoy ante una cosa y pienso en miles. La música es la solución a lo que yo no enfrento, mientras pierdo el tiempo mirando la cosa: un libro (en los que ya no puedo avanzar dos páginas), el sesgo de una falda, de una reja. La música es también, recobrado, el tiempo que yo pierdo.