Quotes About Imagination

The artist gazes upon a reality and creates his own impression. The viewer gazes upon the impression and creates his own reality.

In the end, no thought is unthinkable, no problem unshrinkable, no two strangers unlinkable.

The painter puts brush to canvas, and the poet puts pen to paper. The poet has the easier task, for his pen does not alter his rhyme.

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

Among creatures born into chaos, a majority will imagine an order, a minority will question the order, and the rest will be pronounced insane.

The hardest thing about reality is returning to it after an hour inside your child's mind.

The world is as many times new as there are children in our lives.

In the realist you have the sorry sight of the five senses deprived of their imagination.

I don't know that there are real ghosts and goblins, but there are always more trick-or-treaters than neighborhood kids.

We picture love as heart-shaped because we do not know the shape of the soul.

What if man were required to educate his children without the help of talking animals.

To trade a childhood wonder for a plausible explanation — is there a worst trade one makes in life?

There is in every artist's studio a scrap heap of discarded works in which the artist's discipline prevailed against his imagination.

Genius is a plodding intellect, incapable of dreaming up the obstacles that stop the rest of us.

O, how much simpler things would be If eyes could paint or brush could see.

Ah, the things we would do if we could — especially in the secure knowledge that we can't.

Sometimes you believe a thing that isn't true because in the world you wish to live in, it would be true.

Is it my imagination, or does shipping and handling settle a box of crackers more than it used to?

Sometimes I imagine a get-together where I introduce my family to my blogger friends and my blogger friends introduce my family to me.

What is reality but the dreamworld of a limited imagination.

It's curious the way we get nostalgic for some hoped-for thing that never happened, as if something that never happened were in the past.

A painting is what you make of it, besides which, 'Moon, Weeping' has a better ring to it than 'Paintbrush, Dripping.'

In every gardener there is a child who believes in The Seed Fairy.

Ideas gathered from reading will always be bookish ideas. Go to the persons and objects directly. Have a painter's eye.