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The thought flashed into her mind that she beheld the embodiment of her ideal. It was as instantly banished;
Unmentioned, what is can become as though it were not.
There remains the unforseen. And the unforseen is never negligible.
Imagination is the organ through which the soul within us recognizes a soul without us; the spiritual eye by which the mind perceives and converses with the spiritualities of nature under her material forms; which tends to exalt even the senses into soul by discerning a soul in the objects of sense.
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.
Impressions are like pearls; ideas are like the string that turns the pearls into a necklace. The string is invisible, but it is not dispensable and cannot be broken.
If the imagination is shackled, and nothing is described but what we see, seldom will anything truly great be produced either in Painting or Poetry
No matter that you anticipate a thing; you get so used to it as part of the future that its actuality, its arrival, its force and presence, startles you, takes you by surprise, as would a ghost suddenly appearing in the room wearing familiar perfume and boots.
You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.
Without an imagination we would be irreparably shackled to what is, and never be released to what could be.
Imagination is the capacity to think of things as if they could be otherwise.
To imagine wasn't to escape but to go deeper; to see through to the secret life of the world.
Never, even in his wildest dreams, had his imagination come close to the reality of her.
Even the most artistic of imaginings can sometimes seem callow in the face of truth. That which appears may not be and that which lies hidden may just be the stark, naked face of reality.
Like an impressionist's stroke on a canvas, up-close formed a new image. This image was vibrant and alive. This image was not the woman who
Illusion of depth, pulling me up. "Yeah, that's true," I say. But then after I think about it for a second, I add, "But then again, if you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all." Imagining isn't perfect. You can't get all the way inside
Impossibility is only a sum of greater unrealised possibles. It veils an advanced stage and a yet unaccomplished journey.
Umbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
No matter how consummate a work of art may seem, it is only an approximation of the original conception. It is the artist's consciousness of this discrepancy between his conception and the realization that assures his progress.
All you imagined, no matter how wild it might seem, was no more than a disguised version of what you already knew.
Since childhood I'd been suspected of imagination
No matter how you imagine something to be, it's not what you imagine it to be. Any thought you have isn't real or a big deal.
Uncharged with invisible meaning, the visible is nothing, mere clay; and without visible circumstance, a territory, to connect to, our spirit is shapeless, nameless, and undefined.
Imagination encircles the world.
Man is an imagining being.
You gotta imagine what's never been.
Let your imagination release your imprisoned possibilities
Imagination is a sort of faint perception.
Life was nothing if not unimaginable.
Sawbeaked epitome of bodiless Idea, tossed by gusts of ether, dive Through abstract mists and raid the sea of fact Eat rich strange fish, grow long bright feathers, press Form's flesh around thought's rib, and so derive From the act of beauty, beauty of the act.
Empty canvas. In appearance - really empty, silent, indifferent. Stunned, almost. In effect - full of tensions, with thousand subdued voices, heavy with expectations. A little frightened because it may be violated
Unbounded awareness is the reservoir of possibilities.
Here at last was the imagined but never fully realized place leaping into real life.
The imagination is a wild and dangerous forest that is impossible to know the full might of.
Fantasies are more than substitutes for unpleasant reality; they are also dress rehearsals, plans. All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.
Think the unthinkable,
Imagine the impossible
Pursue the imaginations limits.
A mind without imaginations is a barren field.
He never dreamed
My fine visions are all very well, but I must not forget they are absolutely unreal. I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.
Without imagination there is no hope, no chance to envision a better future, no place to go, no goal to reach.
The impulse that led you to make an image is a thing that you cannot share with anyone, even if you explain it. What remains is a surface that will live its own life, that will belong to everybody. I accept that surface.
Imagination and reality have little in common
Imagining anything is the first step toward creating it. Believing in a true self is what allows a true self to be born.
My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.
Nothing is what you imagine. Her mind hovered above this simple and alarming thought. The variables were too great, the particularities too distinct, life a flood of translations from the shadow-edged yearnings of the heart to the immutable aspects of the physical world.
In the stillness of the mind I saw myself as I am - unbound.
A creative train of thought is set off by: the unexpected, the unknown, the accidental, the disorderly, the absurd, the impossible.
A man without imagination is like a bird without wings.
Alone.
Before this crowd.
Alone, in this terrible dream.
Who am I in this visible silence?
Can they hear me scream?
He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all.
The dreamer's untamed eye sees beyond the illusions to the heart of what is real.
Imagination is a form of seeing
I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Dead.
Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.
The world is but a canvas to our imagination
Images are not quite ideas, they are stiller than that, with less implication outside themselves. And they are not myth, they do not have the explanatory power; they are nearer to pure story. Nor are they always metaphors; they do not say this is that, they say this is.
She was incomparable in her inspired loveliness. Her arms amazed one, as one can be astonished by a lofty way of thinking. Her shadow on the wallpaper of the hotel room seemed the silhouette of her uncorruption.
Imagination is seeing with the eye of God.
An act of imagination is an act of self-acceptance.
nothing is ever what you imagine, is it?
Imagination must be allowed to run free in our subconscious mind and when ready, it reveals its ideals to us in our conscious state.
Realizations are strange things. They are composed outside of the conscious self, they are the ends of paths we cannot tread in our waking minds, and for this reason, the most shocking realizations may stab across one's mind, and yet be gone in an instant, fleeting, known-and-unknown.
our actions have infinite consequences; we have limitless choices, if we open our mind to them. Thus, a shift in imagination brings about a dramatic shift in identity, meaning, value, assumptions and aspirations.
A blank canvas is a playground for the imagination.
I was nowhere, I was floating. I was not surprised, I knew it was the World, the naked World suddenly revealing itself, and I choked with rage at this gross, absurd being.
Everything in the world of soul has a deep desire and longing for visible form; this is exactly where the power of the imagination lives.
Let me not die unremembered.
What is the imagination? Only an arm or weapon of the interior energy; only the precursor of the reason.
Ideal conception, necessitated by ignorance of the person so imagined, often results in an incipient love, which otherwise would never have existed.
Imagination is the bastard child of time and ignorance
Only after I've seen the visible can I imagine what the invisible is.
Imagination, that dost so abstract us That we are not aware, not even when A thousand trumpets sound about our ears!
I can imagine many things, but few clearly.
Imagination is the eye of the soul
The unknowable is the beauty, the meaning, the aspiration, the goal. Because of the unknowable, life means something. When everything is known, then everything is flat. You will be fed up, bored.
A voice may whisper that it was no image, but only imagination; it was a mirage, a fantasy. But as the water settles, with gentle ripples still visible where the arrows went in, the image will return. We will gaze at it once more, and know that in the Lord our labour is not in vain.
And if you can't imagine, nothing will ever happen.
When seen with imagination, all things shift toward meaning, releasing energies that are hidden within appearances, releasing the inner wings of spirit, opening wide the doors to healing and wholeness.
The unsuspected is the daily fare of the traveler in Thibet ...
An indefinable something is to be done, in a way nobody knows how, at a time nobody knows when, that will accomplish nobody knows what.
An artistic endeavour comes into the world naked, unnamed, and vulnerable. Every creative effort requires the artist to wrest something from nothingness, a purposive cosmos from an apparently indifferent chaos.
Every idea appears at first as a strange visitor, and when it begins to be realized, it is hardly distinguishable from fantasy.
There is something less than fully human in those who have never known a commitment to an idea, who have never risked an exploration of the unknown, who have never attempted the kind of creativity of which men and women are potentially capable.
Perhaps the most terrible (or wonderful) thing that can happen to an imaginative youth, aside from the curse (or blessing) of imagination itself, is to be exposed without preparation to the life outside his or her own sphere - the sudden revelation that there is a there out there.
There is a speculative battle innate to imagination this much we know, yet let us not 'bear the wounds'2 of battles' avoided. Petrified imaginaries are the scars of our aversion; calcified thought coagulated into magical formulas of destructive equivalence.
We have come to see how great is the unexplored.
With all art expression, when something is seen, it is a vivid experience, sudden, compelling, and inevitable.
Imagination is new reality in the process of being created. It represents the part of the existing order that can still grow.
As if some faces could be doorways in
To life one has an image of
But never sees. The vista was
A strange and beautiful
Release
There must be room for the imagination to exercise its powers; we must conceive and apprehend a thousand things which we do not actually witness.
The imagination is too often regarded merely as an indefinite, untraceable, indescribable something that does nothing but create fiction.
Catastrophes are often stimulated by the failure to feel the emergence of a domain, and so what cannot be felt in the imagination is experienced as embodied sensation in the catastrophe.
When you see something impossible, this is often because you have a limited imagination!
I don't understand the process of imagination-though I know that I am very much at its mercy.
It is hard to imagine the things you have never seen.
The man who has no imagination has no wings.
A dream uninterpreted is like a letter unread.
What he imagines evokes nothing imaginary, it evokes the reality of the world that experience and reason treat in a confused manner.
Imagination takes us to the invisible world.
Life in illusion is in a transient belief on insight without perspective