The Imagination Quotes
That which we know is but little; that which we have a presentiment of is immense; it is in this direction that the poet outruns the learned man.
It is seldom that the imagination is disappointed in the 'ancestral piles' of England.
My manic depression was ravaging my life, but because nobody could see it, many people thought it was a figment of my imagination.
When the past dies, there is mourning, but when the future dies our imaginations are compelled to carry it on.
Everything that exists is created first in the imagination, and secondly in reality, through activity.
I find in most novels no imagination at all. They seem to think the highest form of the novel is to write about marriage, because that's the most important thing there is for middle-class people.
I imagine the whole universe moving into hell because of licking God's candy.
When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.
Only imagination and belief can differentiate from the rest certain objects, certain people, and can create an atmosphere.
A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.
How convinced are you that man was created in the image of God when you can't see the image of God?
Wisdom is nothing more than confirmed imagination: just because one did not study for his exam does not mean that he should leave it blank.
Imagination doesn't always make you long for what you cannot have, but rather thrive in what you do not have.
There are two gods in this universe: God and Imagination. Both of them can design and create infinite creations.
If what you create seems to turn out much stranger than who you are as a person, it's probably because your heart is talking.
Thought is the greatest of pleasures —pleasure itself is only imagination—have you ever enjoyed anything more than your dreams?
Use your imagination only on the future, never on the present or the past.
A man is made in the rough-and-tumble of the world a lady emerges from the flossy back rooms of her own imagination.
An exceedingly confident student would in theory make a terrible student. Why would he take school seriously when he feels that he can outwit his teachers?
They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down if you did the same thing.
Nature, to be commanded, must be obeyed. The imagination must be given not wings but weights.
Imagination is the road less taken, but it is the pathway of prayer.
Women show men beauty in things beyond their ambitions. Women tell men to stop and smell the roses.
I like the fact that kids are willing to be imaginative and go along with me when I'm telling strange tales.
Imagination paints a charming view of the future, conveniently adapted to the demands of our current emotion.
And so we keep on thinking, because the next thought might be the answer.
Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof.
To a clear eye the smallest fact is a window through which the infinite may be seen.
Instead, we linger over a luxury that costs nothing: Imagining what may be.
The virtue of maps, they show what can be done with limited space, they foresee that everything can happen therein.
Books have a vital place in our culture. They are the source of ideas, of stories that engage and stretch the imagination and most importantly, inspire.
Imagination is the queen of truth, and possibility is one of the regions of truth. She is positively akin to infinity.
I just gave them a little scare. A touch of psychological terror. As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination. (from Super-frog Saves Tokyo)
If I were flying, I would travel to a perfect place. A place with frosted cakes and beautiful flowers and excellent trees to climb and absolutely no doldrums.
And the sun on the wall of her room, the block of sun with all the tiny flying things in it. When she was little she thought they were the souls of dead insects, still buzzing in the light.