Quotes About Imagination

Ideas are things to play with.

Ich stellte mir seine Gedanken als einen schnellen, schmalen Wasserstrom vor, der sich durch die Fugen eines gefliesten Bodens bewegte - erst vorwärts, dann nach links und rechts ausgreifend, an einem Punkt kurz innehaltend, in eine andere Richtung weiter vorstoßend, sich immer weiter ausbreitend und verzweigend und dabei in seiner schimmernden, flüssigen Bewegung all die kleinen Möglichkeiten, Kosequenzen und Wahrscheinlichkeiten bedenkend.

he tried to visualise her apartment, but he couldn't do it, he didn't know enough about her.

Pragmatism is nothing without imagination; and imagination is wasted without pragmatism

So are you telling me… he composed his thoughts. Are you telling me that if you told the last story again, and changed the young woman to a young man, then somewhere in history that same young woman would suddenly grow a beard? Tallis laughed at the image. I don't know, she said. I suppose so.

Minden mese és dallam varázslatból születik

If I stop to describe exactly how scared I was every time something scary happens, we'll be here for the next ten years. So do me a favour. At parts like this imagine how you'd've felt, and we'll both do fine.

Origami artists have made birds 1/64th of an inch long, and life-size elephants three yards high.

artists of the modern era have carried origami to unprecedented heights of realism and complexity.

rare is the schoolchild who has never folded a hat, boat, plane or the ubiquitous fortune-teller or "cootie-catcher.

A man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his life as if he were recounting it.

If wishes had wings, sheep would fly.

A thousand stories had painted cities in his mind, the great cities of kings and queens, of thrones and powers and legends, and Caemlyn fit into those mind-deep pictures and water fits into a jug.

Well, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

but it be the strangeness you see that pulls you to the next horizon.

When you have never known a thing except to dream, it becomes more than a talisman.

Heroes in the stories never had to sleep in haystacks, or under hedges. But it was not easy to pretend, anymore, that he was a hero in a story.

I would not mind you in my head, if you were not so clearly mad.

Why do they use it like that? Peace." "When you have never known a thing except to dream," Lan replied, heeling Mandarb forward, "it becomes more than a talisman.

As Tam had taught him long ago, he formed a single flame in his mind and fed his fears into it, seeking emptiness, the stillness of the void. The flame seemed to grow until it enveloped everything, until it was too large to contain or imagine any longer. With that it was gone, leaving in its place a sense of peace. At its edges, emotions still flickered, fear and anger like black blotches, but the void held. Thought skimmed across its surface like pebbles across ice.

If wishes were wings, sheep would fly.

A man's dreams are a maze even he cannot know," Bair had told her once.

Lews Therin hummed even harder, making Rand wish the man had a face so he could hit him.

What is real is not real. What is not real is real. Flesh is a dream, and dreams have flesh.