Walter Lippmann Quotes

The only reality of the theater exists in the mind of the audience.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

Happiness is an abstraction, it is a product of the imagination, it is a way of being moved, which depends entirely on our way of seeing and feeling.

The eye observes only what the mind, the heart, and the imagination are gifted to see; and sight must be reinforced by insight before souls can be discerned as well as manners, ideas as well as objects, realities and relations as well as appearances and accidental connections.

An emotion as much tells you nothing about reality, beyond the fact that something makes you feel something.

Imagination comes from yourself and can deceive you, but vision is a gift from outside yourself - like light striking on your closed eyelids and lifting them to see what's really there.

What's happening is merely what's happening. How you feel about it is another matter.

The difference between closing or opening your eyes is the choice between the imagined vs real. Blinking is only human.

As for all I can tell, the only difference is that what many see we call a real thing, and what only one sees we call a dream.

Individuals who were submerged in reality, merely feeling their needs, emerge from reality and perceive the causes of their needs.

There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.

Your nervous system cannot tell the difference between an imagined experience and a ‘real’ experience.

In my view, it is the most important function of art and science to awaken this feeling and keep it alive in those who are capable of it.

Even when we look at nature, our imagination constructs the picture.

Either you have the feeling or you don't. Hawk Davies

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.

You're only infallible about your own nervous system. You know what's going on in your own nervous system, whatever realities you're creating out of the infinite flux of being. You don't know anything about anybody else's reality unless they tell you about it. You gotta listen very sympathetically in order to understand them. So it's a limited infallibility.

Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue. . . .

A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds.

Much of what we see in the universe ... starts out as imaginary. Often you must imagine something before you can come to terms with it.

Truth must necessarily be stranger than fiction, for fiction is the creation of the human mind and therefore congenial to it.

Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.

We feel the same emotions for our ideas as we do for the real world, which is why we can cry while reading a book, or fall in love with movie stars.

It is impossible for me to envisage a picture as being other than a window, and why my first concern is then to know what it looks out on.

Write whatever way you like. Fiction is made of words on a page; reality is made of something else. It doesn't matter how "real" your story is, or how "made up": what matters is its necessity.