Quotes About Imagination

Tas, kas jums vajadz?gs, nav gr?mat?s vien! Mekl?jiet to ar? daudz kur citur — vec?s gramofona plat?s, vec?s film?s un vecos draugos, mekl?jiet dab? un paši sev?. Gr?matas ir tikai viena no tvertn?m, kur glab?jam to, ko baid?mies aizmirst. Gr?mat?m paš?m nav ma?iska sp?ka. Šis sp?ks ir tam, kas gr?mat?s pateikts, tam, kas Visuma gabali?us m?su priekš? sadiedz vienot? vesel?.

No, But the hairs. on the back of your neck, and the peach-fuzz in your ears, they do, and the hair along your arms. sings like grasshopper legs friction and trembling with strange music. So you know, you feel, you are sure, lying abed, that a balloon is submerging the ocean sky (Bradbury 131). This quote quickly shows the showing telling in this scene. This scene describes the ballon, and Jim and Will. This quote depicts how Jim and Will feels at the moment.

Devo vedere il mio psichiatra. Vogliono rimettermi in carreggiata, ma io invento le cose che gli dico. Non so cosa pensi di me, dice che sono una cipolla umana: lo tengo occupato a pelare gli strati.

After all, when we had all the books we needed, we still insisted on

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them, at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us. Of

Mr. Sanderson stood in the sun-blazed door, listening. From a long time ago, when he dreamed as a boy, he remembered the sound. Beautiful creatures leaping under the sky, gone through brush, under trees, away, and only the soft echo their running left behind.

Stuff your eyes with wonder.

Outside the window the boys gabbled to each other. 'White as milk, she said. White as milk.' 'White as a stone, like chalk you write with.

Ray Bradbury

Le cose che si sono viste una volta non possono morire, semplicemente non possono. Da qualche parte, nelle celle gocciolanti di cera di un alveare o nelle trentamile lenticole che ornano la testa di una falena, tutti i colori e le cose viste in un dato anno dovevano potersi ritrovare

Esas almas infelices que pensan que a imaxinación é prexudicial para a mente.

Most of us can't rush around, talking to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven't time, money or that many friends. The things you are looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine percent of them is in a book.

Si on ne peut avoir la réalité, autant se réfugier dans le rêve.

Yakmak bir zevkti.

Not to write, for many of us, is to die.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. For writing allows just the proper recipes of truth, life, reality as you are able to eat, drink, and digest without hyperventilating and

And then, to the sound of death, the sound of the jets cutting the sky into two black pieces beyond the horizon, he would lie in the loft, hidden and safe, watching those strange new stars over the rim of the earth, fleeing from the soft colour of dawn.

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say. -Faber

Tiene que haber algo en los libros, cosas que no podemos imaginar, para que una mujer se deje quemar viva. Tiene que haber algo. Uno no muere por nada.

for he remembered last week and the two white stones staring up at the ceiling and the pump-snake with the probing eye and the two soap faced men with the cigarettes moving in their mouths when they talked.

the Disney organization hired me to help plan the dreams that went into Spaceship Earth, part of Epcot Center, a permanent world's fair, now building to open in 1982. In that one building, I have crammed a history of mankind, coming and going back and forth in time, then plunging into our wild future in space. Including dinosaurs.

I rarely watch the 'parlor walls' or go to races or Fun parks. So I've lots of time for crazy thoughts, I guess.

Metaphor is the medicine.

In his half-sleep last night he had felt something writing on the insides of his eyelids.