Quotes of: Imaginings Keyword

The order that our mind imagines is like a net, or like a ladder, built to attain something. But afterward you must throw the ladder away, because you discover that, even if it was useful, it was meaningless.

The Name of the Rose

If only I had feathered wings, that could bend and curve and reach, beyond imagined dreams, unhindered by the weight of earth.

An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness

There are people who have the capacity to imagine themselves as someone else, there are people who have no such capacity (when the lack is extreme, we call them psychopaths), and there are people who have the capacity but choose not to exercise it.

The Lives of Animals

...imagine anybody having lived forty-five or fifty years without knowing Hamlet! One might as well spend one's life in a coal mine.

Life and Letters of Berlioz

Fools – in other words most people – imagine that it would be a wonderful achievement to be able to recover our youth; but those who know life are aware how little it would profit us. ("A Woman's Vengeance")

Les Diaboliques

We must imagine our lives well. We must engage our conscience. Conscience is the voice of God in the nature and heart of man.

The Life Before Her Eyes

Multi-colored lights flashed and glared on the wet road and cast eerie reflections, reminiscent of artistic surrealism. Fillion imagined that his distress and anger swirled and moved with the refracted lights, creating an urban masterpiece of demente...

Legacy

…no person, no matter how vivid an imagination he may have, can invent anything half so droll as the freaks and fancies that originate in the lively brains of little people.

Little Men

A kind of Providence keeps us blind to the intensity of suffering so as to keep us sane, until that day when the suffering is our own or that of someone we love beyond imagining.

Life's That Way: A Memoir

Love is more abundant than we could possibly imagine. Just like there is more air than we could possibly breathe in, there is more love than we could possibly perceive.

The Love Mindset

I like to imagine that, on the day after my last, my library and I will crumble together, so that even when I am no more I'll still be with my books.

The Library at Night

If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.

Life of Pi

You may choose to believe or not, but the fact is that immortal means immortal. Can you imagine that for a moment, never dying? Never fading? Existing, just as you are, for all time?

The Lightning Thief

Neither imagine that you are false, nor lash yourself, for both may be forms of self-indulgence.

Learning How to Learn: Psychology and Spirituality in the Sufi Way

Study institutions may become visible when the head is more emptied of imaginings.

Learning How to Learn: Psychology and Spirituality in the Sufi Way

To love in the sense of passion-love is the contrary of to live. It is an impoverishment of one's being, an askesis without sequel, an inability to enjoy the present without imagining it as absent, a never-ending flight from possession.

Love in the Western World

When walking alone in a jungle of true darkness, there are three things that can show you the way: instinct to survive, the knowledge of navigation, creative imagination. Without them, you are lost.

My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

Mirad had asked for peace for his birthday. Imagine, a boy of thirteen who asks for peace as a birthday present. When I heard that I cried.

Mirad, A Boy From Bosnia

Still, I could not imagine how being poor could be worse than being rich and hating yourself. I had seen enough of what it was like to be dead. It was time to try living.

Mr. Boy

There are things without explanation, moments when life will become arranged in such odd ways that you imagine a whole vocabulary of meaning inside them. The breakfast smell struck me like that.

The Mermaid Chair

We take our fetters with us; our freedom is not total: we still turn our gaze towards the things we have left behind; our imagination is full of them.

On Solitude