Quotes About Imagination

Transforming education is not easy but the price of failure is more than we can afford, while the benefits of success are more than we can imagine.

Then, when they had thus passed the day in building castles in the air, they separated their flocks, and descended from the elevation of their dreams to the reality of their humble position.

A young man—we can sketch his portrait at a dash. Imagine to yourself a Don Quixote of eighteen; a Don Quixote without his corselet, without his coat of mail, without his cuisses; a Don Quixote clothed in a woolen doublet, the blue color of which had faded into a nameless shade between lees of wine and a heavenly azure; face long and brown;

He decided it was human hatred and not divine vengeance that had plunged him into this abyss. He doomed these unknown men to every torment that his inflamed imagination could devise, while still considering that the most frightful were too mild and, above all, too brief for them: torture was followed by death, and death brought, if not repose, at least an insensibility that resembled it.

I have seen the heavens open, the sea rage and foam, the storm rise in a patch of sky and like a gigantic eagle beat the two horizons with its wings.

Ho sempre avuto più paura di una penna, di una bottiglietta d'inchiostro e di un foglio di carta che non di una spada o di una pistola.

it is well known, what strikes the capricious mind of the poet is not always what affects the mass of readers.

His youth reappeared, bringing with it all those sweet souvenirs which are rather perfumes than thoughts. Between that past and the present there was an abyss. But imagination has the angel's or lightning's wing; it clears seas in which we should certainly have been shipwrecked; it removes the darkness in which our illusions were lost, the precipice where our happiness was engulfed.

La sua giovinezza gli riapparve portando tutti i ricordi soavi, che sono profumi piuttosto che pensieri. Da quel passato al presente c'era un abisso. Ma la fantasia ha il volto dell'angelo e del baleno; essa varca i mari nei quali abbiamo corso il rischio di naufragare, le tenebre dove si sono perdute le nostre illusioni, gli abissi che hanno inghiottito la nostra felicità

But, it is well known, what strikes the capricious mind of the poet is not always what affects the mass of readers. Now

Benim bir kitab?m var, umar?m bize mutluluk getirir.

Cuando quiero oír música admirable, vizconde, como ningún mortal la ha oído, duermo.

Entonces aquel escrito acusador que había visto en poder de Villefort, y que había tenido en sus manos, se representaba en su imaginación; cada línea se le aparecía iluminada en la pared como el Mane, Tecel

Luego todo parecía que se confundiese y se borrase a su vista, como las últimas sombras de una linterna mágica que se apaga, hallándose de nuevo en la habitación de las estatuas, iluminada totalmente por una de esas lámparas antiguas de luz pálida, que en medio de la noche acompañan al sueño o a la voluptuosidad.

A fe mía que será la cosa más fácil - dijo Franz -, pues me parece que tengo alas de águila, capaces de dar la vuelta al mundo en veinticuatro horas. - ¡Vaya, vaya! ¡Ya empieza a actuar el hachís; abrid pues, esas alas, y volad a las regiones de la fantasía! Nada os arredre, que hay quien vela por vos, y si vuestras alas se derriten al sol como las de Ícaro, aquí estoy yo para recibiros.

Nothing passes the time, or shortens the path, like a thought which engrosses all the faculties of an individual's organization. Our external existence is a sleep, of which this thought is the dream; and while we are subjected to its influence, time has no longer any measure, nor is there any distance in space. We leave one place and arrive at another, and are conscious of nothing between.

Con voi, mio caro conte, non si vive, si sogna.

Dantès in his cell heard the noise of preparation,—sounds that at the depth where he lay would have been inaudible to any but the ear of a prisoner, who could hear the splash of the drop of water that every hour fell from the roof of his dungeon. He guessed something uncommon was passing among the living; but he had so long ceased to have any intercourse with the world, that he looked upon himself as dead.

He then closed his eyes as children do in order that they may see in the resplendent night of their own imagination more stars than are visible in the firmament;

He consigned his unknown persecutors to the most horrible tortures he could imagine, and found them all insufficient, because after torture came death, and after death, if not repose, at least the boon of unconsciousness.

dreamers--which the English call splash; Arabian poets gasgachau; and which we Frenchmen, who would be poets, can only translate by a paraphrase--the noise of water falling into water.

Thousand and One Nights.

Femeia aceasta este într-adev?r frumoas?, dar frumoas? ca o moart?, frumoas? ca o umbr?, frumoas? ca vedeniile ce È›i se arat? în vis; tocmai de aceea mi se pare c-am v?zut-o în vis... È™i am avut vreo dou?-trei visuri însp?imânt?toare în viaÈ›a mea, de care când îmi amintesc îmi înghea?? sângele în vine

I have to admit that my historical work is my favourite occupation. When I go back to the past, I forget the present. I walk free and independently through history, and forget that I am a prisoner.