Quotes About Creativity

She said that everything had colour in her thought; the months of the year ran through all the tints of the spectrum, the days of the week were arrayed as Solomon in his glory, morning was golden, noon orange, evening crystal blue, and night violet. Every idea came to her mind robed in its own especial hue. Perhaps that was why her voice and words had such a charm, conveying to the listeners' perception such fine shadings of meaning and tint and music.

Something just flashes into your mind, so exciting, and you must out with it. If you stop to think it over, you spoil it all.

Never on painter's canvas lives The charm of his fancy's dream.

No. I don't think I've ever been really lonely in my life," answered Anne. "Even when I'm alone I have real good company — dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I LIKE to be alone now and then, just to think over things and TASTE them.

The kind of juvenile story I like best to write -- and read, too, for the matter of that -- is a good, jolly one, art for art's sake, or rather fun for fun's sake, with no insidious moral hidden away in it like a pill in a spoonful of jam!

Nothing good about this but it's title. A priggish little yarn. And Hidden Riches is not a story--it's a machine. It creaks. It never made me forget for one instant that it was a story. Hence it isn't a story.

Even when I'm alone, I have real good company - dreams and imaginations and pretendings.

Fancies are like shadows . . . you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.

I read a story tonight. It ended unhappily. I was wretched until I had invented a happy ending for it. I shall always end my stories happily. I don't care whether it's "true to life" or not. It's true to life as it should be and that's a better truth than the other.

Thank God, I can keep the shadows of my life out of my work. I would not wish to darken any other life - I want instead to be a messenger of optimism and sunshine.

The trouble with him seems to be that he hasn't enough imagination.

Books are not written about proper children. They would be so dull no one would read them.

That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

And you know one can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.

Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

it's delightful when your imaginatios come true, isn't it?

Books are not written about proper children. They would be so dull nobody would read them.

While the others chatted over their parcels Jean wrote her letter, and Jean could write delightful letters. She had a decided talent in that respect, and her correspondents all declared her letters to be things of beauty and joy forever.

For the next fortnight Anne writhed or reveled, according to the mood, in her literary pursuits. Now she would be jubilant over a brilliant idea, now despairing because some contrary character would not behave properly. Diana could not understand this. 'Make them do as you want them to,' she said. 'I can't,' mourned Anne. 'Averil is such an unmanageable heroine. She will do and say things I never meant her to. Then that spoils everything that went before and I have to write it all over again.

It's better to know than to imagine, said Felicity. Oh, no, it isn't, said the Story Girl quickly. When you know things you have to go by facts. But when you just dream about things there's nothing to hold you down.

Several pages omitted. Anne's pen being evidently neither sharp, stub nor rusty.)

After all, it is fairy tales the world wants. Real life is all the real life we want. Give us something better in books.

I have got acquainted with Lofty John. Ilse is a great friend of his and often goes there to watch him working in his carpenter shop. He says he has made enough ladders to get to heaven without the priest but that is just his joke.

No hay espacio para la imaginación en la geometría.