Quotes About Imagination

If you still believe that aliens would travel hundreds of light years to carve temporary graffiti in our wheat, then your imagination is one of the seven wonders of the world, and should be bronzed.

Life is but a dream, within a dream.

Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?

Walking gets too boring when you learn how to fly.

We pretended to be of mud instead of stars. We pretended not to fly.

Whoever wants to know how it's all going to end before it actually does? Only poets and madmen, I would think.

The forest is blanketed by the greenest ferns and moss and bonsai-like trees, a wild majesty that beckons hobbits and pixies and elves and dreamers.

I guess love distorts our perception of reality, and it's even harder to recognize the truth when it's buried underneath layers of what we imagine relationships should be like.

The idea to go West just fell into my lap from the sky. Go west, young man. That's how the best ideas happen. Just out of nowhere. When you're not even thinking. Like they've been created for you and you just have to reach out and grab them before someone else does.

I could tell you an extensively strange story, I warned. Oh, good! Gram said. Delicious!

I love the way that each book -- any book -- is its own journey. You open it, and off you go. You are changed in some way, large or small, by having traveled with those characters.

Sharon Creech

Gramps said, 'How about a story? Spin us a yarn.

And why do I have to tell more about the blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road?

I learned to dream through reading, learned to create dreams through writing, and learned to develop dreamers through teaching. I shall always be a dreamer.

Words. I'm surrounding by thousands of words. Maybe millions...Deep within me, words pile up in huge drifts. Mountains of phrases and sentences and connected ideas. Clever expressions. Jokes. Love songs...I have never spoken one single word. I am almost eleven years old.

What would you do if you could fly? Mrs. V asks as she glances from the bird to me. Is that on the quiz? I ask, grinning as I type. I think we've studied just about everything else. Mrs. V chuckles. I'd be scared to let go, I type. Afraid you'd fall? she asks. No. Afraid it would feel so good, I'd just fly away.

But I'll always love you, and I'll always miss you and I'll never forget that It's okay to put dragons in the jungle and tears on a tiger

It's like I've always had a painted musical sound track playing background to my life. I can almost hear colors and smell images when music is played.

Words fall out of the sky like leaves, girl. Grab a couple and write 'em down.

Sometimes I can almost see around our heads, like gnats around a streetlight in summer, The children we could have, The glimmer of them.

The starting place for radical re-imagining of love is mindfulness.

To imagine the way we think is the singular causative agent of all we go through is to practice cruelty toward ourselves.

Michelangelo was once asked how he would carve an elephant. He replied, "I would take a large piece of stone and take away everything that was not the elephant.