Quotes About Imagination

The death of childhood is the beginning of poetry.

All the good thoughts have already been had. What we're left with is trite redundant nothingness, or shitposting. I choose the latter.

Then he read the first sentence from the introduction: Without question this modern American dictionary is one of the most surprisingly complex and profound documents ever to be created, for it embodies unparalleled etymological detail, reflecting not only superb lexicographic scholarship, but also the dreams and speech and imaginative talents of millions of people over thousands of years—for every person who has ever spoken or written in English has had a hand in its making.

Reason cannot operate without imagination.

This might suggest that any successful exercise of apologetics, like indeed that of Lewis, must contain a strong confessional element which convinces precisely because it persuades through the force of an imaginative presentation of belief.

There is much more to apologetics than affirming the capacity of the Christian faith to make sense of things. Apologetics, we must recall, engages the mind, emotions and imagination. It appeals to beauty and morality, as much as to rationality.

although apologetics is 'a reasoned defence', its basis is necessarily imaginative, for reason cannot work without imagination.

Don't Think Outside the Box—Find the Box

THE RED FAIRY BOOK

What children do love is ghost stories.

Paint what you know, especially if it looks like something you shouldn't know.

It is ten per cent how you draw, and ninety per cent what you draw.

Procura hablar siempre bien de ti mismo e imagina que tu vida funciona como tú deseas. Así crearás nuevos patrones de felicidad.

Do not live in your human imagination of what is possible. Live in the word - in the love and infinite faithfulness of the Lord Jesus.

Boredom is the only real tragedy for a writer; everything else is material. Robert never said anything of the sort. Boredom is essential for writers; it is the only time they get to write.

Why is it so impossible to believe: that we are as many headed as monsters, as many armed as gods, as many hearted as angels?

And there is his three-year-old daughter, who runs around wearing nothing but a rhinestone necklace (who wouldn't, if they could?).

meaning his stuffed bear who was as real to him as his mother or me. Or else as imaginary.

What does one ever ask an author except: "How?" And the answer, as Less well knows, is obvious: "Beats me!

They have come dressed as robots or space goddesses or aliens because a writer has changed their lives.

And there is his three-year-old daughter, who runs around wearing nothing but a rhinestone necklace (who wouldn't, if they could?). She is able to count, in English, methodically as a cart climbing uphill, up to the number fourteen—and then the wheels come off: "Twenty-one!" she screams in delight. "Eighteen! Forty-three! Eleventy! Twine!

Boredom is essential for writers. It is the only time they get to write.

For is my story really so unusual? To wake each morning as if things had gone differently -- the dead come back, the lost returned, the beloved in our arms -- is it really any more magic than the ordinary madness of hope?

one could sit back with a bag of popcorn and watch the romances and comedies of his mind projected onto his face, and the lenses of his tortoiseshell glasses swirled with his thoughts like the iridescent membranes of soap bubbles.