Best 4697 quotes in «imagination quotes» category

I rely on a backbone of books and, for the most part, it's enough to keep me quiet, half-drugged with dreams of imaginary worlds.

I seek to be moved, my imagination reborn. Let me feast on poems that feed my hunger.

Is it not beautiful to discover a new path to your destiny and decorate it with the beauty of your imagination?

Is life a fantasy or fairy tales?

Is my imagination as important as reality? Sometimes I think YES... It's imagination what makes reality tolerable... Sometimes, I just want to close my eyes and fall in to the endless imagination...

Is my imagination as important as reality? Sometimes I think YES... It's imagination that makes reality tolerable... Sometimes, I just want to close my eyes and fall in to the endless imagination...

Isn't it remarkable that of all the machines devised by the humans, not one can replace imagination!

Isn't it a good thing we don't know everything? If we did, we wouldn't have a reason to have curiosity, and curiosity is like imagination, taking us back to the time when we were just children in our own fantasylands.

Isn't violence a failure of the imagination, after all? And that failure, isn't it stupidity?

Isn't it true that a well-read book seems more alive to you, Ms Rainn?

I spend a lot of time imagining things - in fact, you could say that imagining things is my job.

I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.

I stared at the lute. At the darkness of the small holes amid the twisting decoration of the wood. I imagined, ridiculously, a world inside there. Deep in the shell of the lute. Where some miniature version of ourselves could live, safe and invisible and unharmed.

Is there another copy of you reading this post, deciding to put it aside without finishing this sentence while you're reading on? Think about 10^10^29 meters away from here!

I still say Kellyanne could do with some real-live mates," went on my dad, as if he was talking to someone inside his beer. Mum had stomped off into the kitchen. "Maybe they are real!" she shouted back at him after rattling a few plates together. "Ever thought about that, ye of little bloody imagination?

It did not seem odd to Max that what he had imagined about Stumps was really true, because this was exactly how games you made up worked. Of course they were true. In your mind.

It could be said that the lectures changed the way many people thought about myth, fairy story, and poetry, and even about the relationship of imagination to thought and to language. One of the brilliant but cryptic insights he expressed was: ‘To ask what is the origins of stories … is to ask what is the origin of language and of the mind.

It doesn't matter if people are playing jazz or writing poetry -- if they want to be successful, they need to learn how to persist and persevere, how to keep on working until the work is done. Woody Allen famously declared that "eighty percent of success is showing up." NOCCA (New Orleans Center for the Creative Arts) teaches kids how to show up again and again.

It has been my personal experience that as I allow the painting to speak I become lost, it is delicious and at the same time frightening. The best ones, to me, have a life of their own.

...I think apparatus burned out all over the ward trying to adjust to her come busting in like she did-took electronic readings on her and calculated they weren't built to handle something like this on the ward, and just burned out, like machines committing suicide.

I think imagination is one of the greatest blessings of life, and while one can lose oneself in a book one can never be thoroughly unhappy.

I think it will be better if we can live our life as if Christ is going to return today and plan our live as if it is hundred years off. Keep living, serving and most of all be prepared.

I think nature's imagination Is so much greater than man's, she's never going to let us relax

I think the child I was until 12 was so much more interesting than the teenager I became. As a teenager, you get wrapped up in your friends and sexual stuff, and the imaginative life you had, it just goes. And mine was so rich and fun. Fortunately, I was able to tap back into that later on [through my books] to save my life.

I think when you read a book you leave reality behind and enter your mind, where there is imagination that ignites you and that is when you truly are stuck in a good book...

I thought to myself how much more welcome a faculty the imagination would be if we could tell when it was at work and when not.

It is a bird’s imagination, not its wings, that determines how high it can fly.

It is always as it was between Achilles and Homer: one person has the experience, the sensation, the other describes it. A real writer only gives words to the affects and experiences of others; he is an artist in divining a great deal from the little that he has felt. Artist are by no means people of great passion, but they frequently present themselves as such, unconsciously sensing that others give greater credence to the passions they portray if the artist's own life testifies to his experience in this area. We need only let ourselves go, not control ourselves, give free play to our wrath or our desire, and the whole world immediately cries: how passionate he is! But there really is something significant in a deeply gnawing passion that consumes and often swallows up an individual: whoever experiences this surely does not describe it in dramas, music, or novels. Artists are frequently unbridled individuals, insofar, that is, as they are not artists: but that is something different.

It is extraordinary how the human mind sees what it anticipates and is blind to anything that could not be dreamed of.

It is hard to imagine the things you have never seen.

It is important to take the seriousness out of things that do not deserve it. Take the seriousness out of it, and the thing loses its power.

It is inconceivable that any form of intelligence would waste so much time and effort to make such an inferior piece of life—with all the 'ills that flesh is heir to,' and with all the misery and suffering that is so essential a part of living. If man is a 'fallen angel,' by the commission of a 'sin,' then disease and sorrow are part of God's inscrutable plan as a penalty imposed upon him for his 'disobedience,' and man's entire life is devoted to the expiation of that sin so as to soften the indictment before the 'Throne of God.' Man's atonement consists in making himself as miserable as possible by praying, fasting, masochism, flagellations and other forms of torture. This sadistic delusion causes him to insist that others—under pain of punishment—be as miserable as himself, for fear that if others fail to do as he does, it will provoke the wrath of his tyrant God to a more severe chastisement. The inevitable result is that Man devotes his life, not to the essentials of living and the making of a happy home, but to the building of temples and churches where he can 'lift his voice to God' in a frenzy of fanaticism, and eventually he becomes a victim of hysteria. His time and energy are wasted to cleanse his 'soul,' which he does not possess, and to save himself from a future punishment in hell which exists only in his imagination.

It is neither poor handling nor the weather that turns the pages of a book a fine sepia. It is the reader's imagination.

It is impossible to enjoy divine protection without the word of God. You must be a word addict.

It is just my imagination that flies, While she is wrapped up in her bedsheets like a nest.

It is my opinion that the isolated mind loses its purchase on reality all too easily and becomes prone to fantasy.

It is not in the gene of an Intellectually blinded person to experience the paradise in the writer's imagination.

It is not hard to live through a day, if you can live through a moment. What creates despair is the imagination, which pretends there is a future, and insists on predicting millions of moments, thousands of days, and so drains you that you cannot live the moment at hand. ("A Father's Story")

It is not often that you see life and fiction take each other by the hand and dance.

It is only by persistent focus on your dreams; you will pull all the divine forces for the passion of fulfilled dream.

It is not our external actions that attract others, but it is the actions of our imaginations, visualizations, and subconscious minds that attract others.

It is often simply from lack of creative imagination that we do not go far enough in suffering.

It is only when memory is filtered through imagination that the films we make will have real depth.

It is that kind of thinking that is the problem; that movies, video games and the Internet, devices that simply amuse the imagination are more interesting than what a library stocks.

It is the mythic experience, the mythic imagination that opens, reveals depth and mystery, which places the human in the context of the nonhuman, and so, forces retreat, humility, and awe, in the presence of spaces beyond our will.

It is through imagination that we transcend understanding and travel into the world of possibilities.

It is thus that man, with fervent imagination, can endue the rough stone with loveliness, forge the mis-shapen metal into a likeness of all that wins our hearts by exceeding beauty, and breathe into a dissonant trump soul-melting harmonies. The mind of man—that mystery, which may lend arms against itself, teaching vain lessons of material philosophy, but which, in the very act, shows its power to play with all created things, adding the sweetness of its own essence to the sweetest, taking its ugliness from the deformed.

It means they engineered the spirit to have a negative effect on the imagination.

I tried to kill myself when I was thirteen but failed. That was the greatest failure of my life.

I told my imagination to discontinue communication with my thoughts.