Quotes about Imagination

Mid-December is thus one of the most positively magical times of the year.  Things are possible during December's darkening days that are not even dreamt of at other spokes of the Wheel of the Year.  We should use this magic as a vehicle for deepening our awareness of the world around us and preparing our souls for the ongoing pilgrimage of our lives.  A seeker of Wisdom in the thrall of Winter's Solstice should consider their celebrations as a spiritual pilgrimage or even a quest, during which, through the disciplined use of the spiritual imagination, he or she may encounter one's own truest self along the way and in communion with Spirit.

What a glorious gift is imagination, and what satisfaction it affords!

The mix of illusion and reality that runs through the play is also a particularly relevant theme at this time.  For this is at the heart of what we do each year.  With your participation, we visit people and worlds where the normal, earthbound laws of physics no longer apply. ... Not only is the play filled throughout with the imagery of dreams, but Puck even addresses the audience at the play's close with the advice that if they've not been pleased with what they've seen, they should just tell themselves that they've been dreaming, and will wake up with nothing lost.  And what's to say that we haven't been dreaming while this parade of characters has performed across the stretch of our imagination?

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.

The power of imagination makes us infinite.

The world is but a canvas to the imagination.

There is a place of imagination, and it is entirely real.

Imagination is the living power and prime agent of all human perception.

Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything.

We live in a world of color.  All nature is color: white, black, and grey do not exist except in theory; they are never seen by the eye - they could only exist in a world that was colorless.  Such a universe is beyond imagination: a world without color would be a world without light, for light and color are inseparable.

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination; do not become the slave of your model.

Imagination is not a talent of some men but is the health of every man.

No child should be permitted to grow up without exercise for imagination.  It enriches life for him.  It makes things wonderful and beautiful.

Our aim is not merely to make the child understand, and still less to force him to memorize, but so as to touch his imagination as to enthuse him to his inmost core.

The idea or the faculty of imagination serves as both rudder and bridle to the senses, inasmuch as the thing imagined moves the sense.

Imagination is the eye of the soul.

The soul without imagination is what an observatory would be without a telescope.

The Possible's slow fuse is lit
By the Imagination.

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were.  But without it we go nowhere.

Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.

So you see, imagination needs moodling - long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling, and puttering.

There is nothing that cannot be achieved by firm imagination.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

Reason can answer questions but imagination has to ask them

"The one place gods inarguably exist is in the human mind"

Sanity is the playground for the unimaginative.

Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.

We meandered through Billy’s ritzy neighborhood in the general direction of Jefferson Street. In the lamplight the houses looked identical, grand façade after grand façade of pale gray with black windows, as if for all their monumentality they were nothing but wallpaper, black-and-white prints, two-dimensional murals similar in their deceptive insubstantiality to the gossamer buildings of New Age City. I was struck by the idea that Billy and I, to the extent we existed only in our imaginations, were just as shallow, just as superficial—and equally susceptible to being erased without a trace.

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.