Quotes About Imagination

There is nothing so nice as supposing. It's almost like being a fairy. If you suppose anything hard enough it seems as if it were real.

I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things

It IS a story, said Sara. EVERYTHING'S a story. You are a story—I am a story. Miss Minchin is a story.

Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us.

Lottie was so delighted that she quite forgot her first shocked impression of the attic. In fact, when she was lifted down from the table and returned to earthly things, as it were, Sara was able to point out to her many beauties in the room which she herself would not have suspected the existence of.

Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden—in all the places.

Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing.

Am I the same cold, ragged damp Sara? And to think I used to pretend and pretend and wish there were fairies! The one thing I always wanted was to see a fairy story come true. I am living in a fairy story. I feel as if I might be a fairy myself, and able to turn things into anything else.

Well, it is. One of her 'pretends' is that she is a princess. She plays it all the time—even in school. She says it makes her learn her lessons better. She wants Ermengarde to be one, too, but Ermengarde says she is too fat.

Of course there must be lots of magic in the world, but people don't know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make it happen.

It's true," she said. "Sometimes I do pretend I am a princess. I pretend I am a princess, so that I can try and behave like one.

It sounded like something in a book and it did not make Mary feel cheerful. A house with a hundred rooms, nearly all shut up and with their doors locked—a house on the edge of a moor—whatsoever a moor was—sounded dreary. A man with a crooked back who shut himself up also! She stared out of the window with her lips pinched together, and it seemed quite natural that the rain should have begun to pour down in gray

Give her books, and she would devour them and end by knowing them by heart.

It will be like a story from the Arabian Nights, he said. Only an Oriental could have planned it. It does not belong to London fogs.

Of course there must be lots of magic in the world but people don't know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen.

The difficulty will be to keep her from learning too fast and too much. She is always sitting with her little nose burrowing into books. She doesn't read them, Miss Minchin; she gobbles them up as if she were a little wolf instead of a little girl. She is always starving for new books to gobble...

There is nothing so nice as supposing. It's almost like being a fairy. If you suppose anything hard enough it seems as if it were real.

People who are fond of books know the feeling of irritation which sweeps over them at such a moment.

Oh Sara! Ermengarde whispered joyfully. It is like a story. It is a story, said Sara. Everything's a story. You are a story- I am a story. Miss Minchin is a story.

She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things, and telling them to herself

I shall pretend that," she said; "and it will be a great comfort." Ermengarde was at once enraptured and awed. "And will you tell me all about it?" she said. "May I creep up here at night, whenever it is safe, and hear the things you have made up in the day? It will seem as if we were more 'best friends' than ever." "Yes," answered Sara, nodding. "Adversity tries people, and mine has tried you and proved how nice you are.

her power of telling stories and of making everything she talked about seem like a story, whether it was one or not.

She is always sitting with her little nose burrowing into books. She doesn't read them, Miss Minchin; she gobbles them up as if she were a little wolf instead of a little girl.

If I was a princess-a real princess, she murmured, I could scatter largess to the populace. But even if i am only a pretend princess, I can invent little things to do for the people. Things like this. She was just as happy as if it was largess. I'll pretend that doing things that people like is scattering largess. I've scattered largess.