When weary with the long day’s care,
And earthly change from pain to pain,
And lost, and ready to despair,
Thy kind voice calls me back again
O my true friend, I am not lone
While thou canst speak with such a tone!
So hopeless is the world without,
The world within I doubly prize;
Thy world where guile and hate and doubt
And cold suspicion never rise;
Where thou and I and Liberty
Have undisputed sovereignty.
What matters it that all around
Danger and grief and darkness lie,
If but within our bosom’s bound
We hold a bright unsullied sky,
Warm with ten thousand mingled rays
Of suns that know no winter days?
Reason indeed may oft complain
For Nature’s sad reality,
And tell the suffering heart how vain
Its cherished dreams must always be;
And Truth may rudely trample down
The flowers of Fancy newly blown.
But thou art ever there to bring
The hovering visions back and breathe
New glories o’er the blighted spring
And call a lovelier life from death,
And whisper with a voice divine
Of real worlds as bright as thine.
I trust not to thy phantom bliss,
Yet still in evening’s quiet hour
With never-failing thankfulness I
welcome thee, benignant power,
Sure solacer of human cares
And brighter hope when hope despairs.
Stichwörter: imagination
Usually, the main problem with life conundrums is that we don't bring to them enough imagination
Thomas MooreStichwörter: imagination problems
Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.
Truman CapoteStichwörter: fear imagination horror
You can purify your existence by feeling deep within yourself a beautiful rose or lotus, or any other flower that you like. A flower is all purity. Try to identify yourself with the consciousness of the flower or with the purity of the flower. Today it is imagination, but if you continue imagining for five days, or ten days, or a month or two, then you are bound to see and feel the flower within you. First you may feel it, then you are bound to see the existence of the flower, and then automatically the fragrance and the purity of the flower will enter into you to purify you.
Sri ChinmoyStichwörter: imagination purity flower
Stand at the top of a cliff and jump off and build your wings on the way down.
Ray BradburyStichwörter: imagination writing inspiration risk margaret-langstaff
I begin by imagining
The impossible
And end by accomplishing
The impossible.
Stichwörter: imagination nothing-is-impossible
The power of things inheres in the memories they gather up inside them, and also in the vicissitudes of our imagination, and our memory — of this there is no doubt.
Orhan PamukStichwörter: imagination memory things memories
Without the dreamers who write science fiction and other imaginary material we'd still be sitting in caves ... if we weren't already extinct.
William C. SamplesStichwörter: imagination writers technology science-fiction
Just because I don't believe in YOUR God doesn't mean I don't believe in God. I just choose not to be bound by the limits of your imagination or those of your ancestors.
Steve MaraboliStichwörter: imagination god religion limits ancestors
What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent.
The world is somnolent and cool, in a temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance.
But the sensation of illusion is strong. Because the sun can break through the clouds at any moment . . .
What a soft thoughtful time.
In this illusory gloom, like a night-blooming flower, let your imagination bloom in a riot of color.
Stichwörter: imagination vision illusion color june summer bloom clouds scent cool air cloud gloom daydream riot blooming cloudy haze illusory overcast vapor
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