Quotes about Imagination

What liberates the imagination is the sense that work in its theory and practice holds aesthetic possibilities, that jobs can be elegantly conceived and gracefully done. This sense of beauty unlocks feelings of pleasure and love and breaks down the barrier between worker and work and commit to work not merely the "thinking" consciousness but the full resources of mind.

Such self-transformation is the most difficult and dangerous challenge to the imagination, and it is the most rewarding. Meeting it is only possible for the person whose mind is open to contradictions and well-practiced in free conjecture.

The recalling of beautiful things, whether they are your own experiences or the acheivements of others, is a creative act. Simple ideas can be restated by rote; but profound ideas must be recreated by will and imagination.

Your will is the ego part of you that believes you're separate from others, separate from what you'd like to accomplish or have, and separate from God. It also believes that you are your acquisitions, achievements, and accolades. This ego will wants you to constantly acquire evidence of your importance... On the other hand, your imagination is the concept of Spirit within you. ...with imagination, we have the power to be anything we desire to be.

...thinking from the end causes me to behave as if all that I'd like to create is already here. My credo is: Imagine myself to be and I shall be, and it's an image that I keep with me at all times.

Truths are more than imagination; they are real. Yet their origin is a thought in the mind of God.

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

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.

Only you can prevent the genocide of the imagination.

May you eat an unfamiliar dessert in a strange land at least once every three years.

May you wake up... and start dancing while you're still half-asleep.

May you spray-paint Rilke poems as graffiti on highway overpasses...

My you learn to identify by name 20 flowers, 15 trees, 10 clouds, and one extrasolar planet...

May you dream of taking a trip to the moon in a gondola powered by firecrackers and wild swans.

Be what you would seem to be - or if you'd like it put more simply - Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

One can imagine a sane, healthy, cheerful human society based on no more than the principals of common sense, as validated each day by work, play, and living experience. But this remains the most utopian and fantastic of ideals.

Belief in the supernatural reflects a failure of the imagination.

It is impossible to imagine existence void of any intelligence.

If I was to survive, I must literally believe myself into being. This, of course, was essentially no different from what I'd always done. I'd simply believed in myself until, in fact, I existed.

Ours is a sacred imagination created from blessings above which if used in the spirit of love will guide us to walk the earth in friendship all our days.

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?

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

As the imagination is not a talent of some men but is the health of every man, so also is this joy of musical expression.

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

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

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.

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.

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.