Quotes about Imagination
There are only four great arts: music, painting, sculpture, and ornamental pastry - architecture being the least banal derivative of the latter.
- Edith Wharton
The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.
- Edith Wharton
Affluence, unless stimulated by a keen imagination, forms but the vaguest notion of the practical strain of poverty.
- Edith Wharton
When he thought of Ellen Olenska it was abstractly, serenely, as one might think of some imaginary beloved in a book or a picture: she had become the composite vision of all that he had missed.
- Edith Wharton
When he thought of Ellen Olenska it was abstractly, serenely, as one might think of some imaginary beloved in a book or a picture: she had become the composite vision of all that he had missed.
- Edith Wharton
And as he had seen her that day, so she had remained; never quite the same height, yet never below it: generous, faithful, unwearied; but so lacking in imagination, so incapable of growth, that the world of her youth had fallen into pieces and rebuilt itself without her ever being conscious of the change.
- Edith Wharton
It seems so to me, said his wife, as if she were producing a new thought.
- Edith Wharton
When she said to him once It looks as if it was painted! it seemed to Ethan that the art of definition could go no farther, and that words had at last been found to utter his secret souls.
- Edith Wharton
He hasn't written a line for twenty years. A line of what? What kind of literature can one keep corked up for twenty years? Wade surprised him. The real kind, I should say.
- Edith Wharton
The mind of man possesses a sort of creative power on its own; either in representing at pleasure the images of things in the order and manner in which they were received by the senses, or in combining those images in a new manner, and according to a different order. This power is called imagination.
- Edmund Burke
This is the reason of an appearance very frequent in madmen; that they remain whole days and nights, sometimes whole years, in the constant repetition of some remark, some complaint, or song; which having struck powerfully on their disordered imagination, in the beginning of their frenzy, every repetition reinforces it with new strength, and the hurry of their spirits, unrestrained by the curb of reason, continues it to the end of their lives.
- Edmund Burke
Worriers are visionaries minus the optimism.
- Edward Welch