Quotes About Imagination

her most recent parts. Sometimes, she'd even show Barnaby her head shots. With the tiny tots

A dream. He wondered if dreams ever came true. No, those dreams were gone forever.

I can make the dream come true. If I want to. Sometimes it's better to just dream. I guess it's the same principle as saying, be careful of what you wish for because you might get it.

Porque todo ha de saberse y lo que no se sabe lo imagina la malicia de los hombres.

O poeta é um fingidor. Finge tão completamente Que chega a fingir que é dor A dor que deveras sente.

I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

Life is whatever we conceive it to be.

Let us sculpt in hopeless silence all our dreams of speaking.

I have cultivated several personalities within myself. I constantly cultivate personalities. Each of my dreams, immediately after I dream it, is incarnated into another person, who then goes on to dream it, and I stop. To create, I destroyed myself; I made myself external to such a degree within myself that within myself I do not exist except in an external fashion. I am the living setting in which several actors make entrances, putting on several different plays.

I feel closer ties and more intimate bonds with certain characters in books, with certain images I've seen in engravings, than with many supposedly real people, with that metaphysical absurdity known as "flesh and blood." In fact "flesh and blood" describes them very well: they resemble cuts of meat laid out on the butcher's marble slab, dead creatures bleeding as though still alive, the sirloin steaks and cutlets of Fate.

I am nothing. I will never be anything. I cannot wish to be anything. Bar that, I have in me all the dreams of the world.

THIRD WATCHER Let her speak. Don't interrupt. She knows words that mermaids taught her...I'm falling asleep in order to hear her...Go on, sister, go on...My heart aches because I wasn't you when you dreamed at the seashore...

I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.

FIRST WATCHER Why do people die? SECOND WATCHER Perhaps because they don't dream enough...

Let's absurdify life, from east to west. Let us play hide-and-seek with our consciousness of living.

Deus quer, o homem sonha, a obra nasce.

Escrever é esquecer. A literatura é a maneira mais agradável de ignorar a vida

I can breathe easier now that the appointments are behind me. I missed them all, through deliberate negligence, Having waited for the urge to go, which I knew wouldn't come. I'm free, and against organized, clothed society. I'm naked and plunge into the water of my imagination.

I am still obsessed with creating a false world, and will be until I die.

I don't have enough money to be a dreamer.

O meu sentimento é cinza Da minha imaginação, E eu deixo cair a cinza No cinzeiro da Razão.

Ese episodio de la imaginación al que llamamos realidad

La música, la luz de la luna y los sueños son mis armas mágicas.