Blaise Pascal Quotes

The imagination enlarges little objects so as to fill our souls with a fantastic estimate; and, with rash insolence, it belittles the great to its own measure, as when talking of God.

Everything that I've ever done is not really based on reality, it's the caricature of reality, which is what's really exciting.

Imagination is a powerful deceiver.

I used my imagination to make the grass whatever color I wanted it to be.

Rarely has reality needed so much to be imagined.

The miracle of your mind isn't that you can see the world as it is. It's that you can see the world as it isn't.

I have always been drawn to young characters and seeing big tapestries through the eyes of a child. It probably comes from being a father myself and having a young son and seeing the world through his eyes. I write stories that are sort of the exaggerated version of that.

If you remove a treehouse from a tree, than it's just a shitty house. Sometimes when i'm in a shitty house, I like to imagine that it's in a tree, than it's like Woah, this house is amazing.

My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.

Anything that can be dreamed is true.

The imagination is the power that enables us to perceive the normal in the abnormal, the opposite of chaos in chaos.

Fantasy is escapism, but wait... Why is this wrong? What are you escaping from, and where are you escaping to? Is the story opening windows or slamming doors? The British author G.K. Chesterton summarized the role of fantasy very well. He said its purpose was to take the everyday, commonplace world and lift it up and turn it around and show it to us from a different perspective, so that once again we see it for the first time and realize how marvelous it is. Fantasy - the ability to envisage the world in many different ways - is one of the skills that make us human.

Imagination is the only true thing in the world!

Imagination is usually regarded as a synonym for the unreal. Yet is true imagination healthful and real, no more likely to mislead than the coarse senses. Indeed, the power of imagination makes us infinite.

Thought maps existence; fantasy colors it.

I have imagination, and nothing that is real is alien to me.

Wit is the appearance, the external flash, of fantasy. Hence its divinity and the similarity to the wit of mysticism.

Fantasy is only a state of mind that you can employ when existing in a real context.

We forget that the world is what we imagine it to be. We stop being the sun and become, instead, the pool of water reflecting it.

I love to dream, but I never try to dream and think at the same time.

Imagination is a very high sort of seeing, which does not come by study, but by the intellect being where and what it sees, by sharing the path, or circuits of things through forms, and so making them translucid to others.

We figure to ourselves The thing we like; and then we build it up, As chance will have it, on the rock or sand,- For thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.

At times I felt that the universe fabricated from the power of the imagination had stronger and more lasting contours than the blurred realm of the flesh-and-blood creatures around me.

A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.