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Quotes about 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.
— Carl Jung
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.
— Carl Jung
No work of art ever puts forward views. Views belong to people who are not artists.
— Oscar Wilde
Everything what's inspiring has been created by one who could work in freedom
— Albert Einstein
You are an artist. What work of art will you leave behind?
— Erwin McManus
Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.
— Jack Kerouac
My parents were both storytellers. They always spoke with metaphorical richness.
— Alice Walker
You're never going to kill storytelling, because it's built into the human plan. We come with it.
— Margaret Atwood
the reality our imagination embraces is the reality we will live by. If we are not captured by the truth of living in a deeply personal relationship with God, we will shrink our expectations and dreams down to the size of our own selfish wants, desires, and strategies.
— Timothy Lane
Imagination is not the ability to dream up things that aren't real; it is the ability to see what is real but often unseen. As Eugene Peterson says in Subversive Spirituality, for a Christian whose hope is in an invisible God, seeing the unseen is essential. 24 Hebrews 11 calls this faith.
— Timothy Lane
Imagination opens things up so that we can grow into maturity—worship and adore, exclaim and honor, follow and trust. Explanation restricts and defines and holds down; imagination expands and lets loose. Explanation keeps our feet on the ground; imagination lifts our heads into the clouds. Explanation puts us in harness; imagination catapults us into mystery. Explanation reduces life to what can be used; imagination enlarges life into what can be adored.
— Timothy Lane
The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain, danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving masks.
— Oscar Wilde