A Quote by Wilhelm Raabe

A man without imagination is like a bird without wings. — © Wilhelm Raabe
A man without imagination is like a bird without wings.
Without prayer, without faith in the Almighty, the civil rights movement would have been like a bird without wings.
Man is a bird without wings and a bird is a man without sorrow.
A bird without wings and a man without art are both condemned to wander in low places; they can never soar up to those unrivalled heights.
Possibilities are like the wings of birds; they allow man to soar and to climb to the heavens. And facts are like the atmosphere against which those wings must beat, and without which the soaring bird will surely plummet back to earth.
No bird can fly without opening its wings, and no one can love without exposing their hearts.
Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven.
Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.
A traveler without knowledge is a bird without wings.
The heart, in its journey to Allah, Majestic is He, is like that of a bird; Love is its head, and fear and hope are its two wings. When the head and two wings are sound, the bird flies gracefully; if the head is severed, the bird dies; if the bird loses one of its wings, it then becomes a target for every hunter or predator.
A Leprecaun without a pot of gold is like a rose without perfume, a bird without a wing, or an inside without an outside.
One who has imagination without learning has wings without feet.
Genius is neither learned nor acquired. It is knowing without experience. It is risking without fear of failure. It is perception without touch. It is understanding without research. It is certainty without proof. It is ability without practice. It is invention without limitations. It is imagination without boundaries. It is creativity without constraints. It is...extraordinary intelligence!
I dare to be great. The man without imagination stands unhurt and hath no wings. This is my credo, this is my forte.
When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the Beloved is absent? Love wills that this Word be brought forth.
Vision without execution is like a plane without wings, or Dumbo without ears, it just won't fly.
He was a foe without hate; a friend without treachery; a soldier without cruelty; a victor without oppression, and a victim without murmuring. He was a public officer without vices; a private citizen without wrong; a neighbor without reproach; a Christian without hypocrisy, and a man without guile. He was a Caesar, without his ambition; Frederick, without his tyranny; Napoleon, without his selfishness, and Washington, without his reward.
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