Quotes About Imagination

WILL COULDN'T HELP SMILING TO HIMSELF. ANYTHING LESS like a ferocious, charging wild boar, he couldn't imagine.

Before you shoot your arrow, see it fly a thousand times in your mind.

Maybe we'll catch a dragon in a tadpole net.

You're lucky," Horace told him. "I dream of food when I'm hungry." "You dream of food when you're not hungry," his friend said.

They stood on rather unsteady legs and began to bellow out the ribald tale of a penguin who fell hopelessly in love with a humpback whale.

I suppose next you'll be putting wings on her so she can fly?" Hal laughed. "I've been thinking about that. Not sure if I can get it to work . . . yet.

He imagined many years must have passed since a jongleur had chosen to pinch that ample backside.

Nou ja, we kennen allemaal die theorie dat de wereld een grote schotel op de rug van een reusachtige schildpad is. - Thorn

Herten, konijnen en een oggel-oggel-oggel vogel... Hoe klinkt dat, Ed? - Hal

Misschien leert ze er toch van, dacht hij, en gaat ze deze keer niet meteen als een gek in de aanval. En misschien dat die grote blauwe walvis, die volgens de Skandiërs zorgt voor eb en vloed, ineens uit de golven omhoog komt springen, vleugels krijgt en een rondje om het schip vliegt.

Ze wist al aan welk prettig ding ze zou denken als Keren weer aan kwam zetten met zijn steen.

Very impressive. Where did you learn that?" Made it up just now.

Remember no one expects you to be Halt. He's a legend, after all. Haven't you heard? He's eight feet tall and kills bears with his bare hands...

If they invent a four legged chicken," Will said, "Horace will think he's gone to Heaven.

Genius is the power of lighting one's own fire!

Rockets and Quasars Rockets and quasars Planets and stars. I'm fed up with Earth So I'll see you on Mars. John Rice

The Beautiful Strangers ... Poets are cosmic ... James Kirkup

to define yourself. Instead of I am not good enough to get accepted, replace it with I am good enough. Teach your outer self to recognize the unlimited potential of your inner self. In this way, you imaginations can become reality. 45.- Stress and anxiety only exist in your mind

We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.

When you draw something it lives and when you photograph it it dies

You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up, you gild it or blacken it, censor it, tinker with it...fictionalize it, in a word, and put it away on a shelf - your book, your romanced autobiography. We are all in the flight from the real reality. That is the basic definition of Homo sapiens.

The sign of a good novel is what it can cause its reader to see, even if this lies beyond the author's own vision.

Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.

Talking, talking. Spinning a web of words, pale walls of dreams, between myself and all I see.