Quotes About Imagination

You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream. C. S. Lewis Would

You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream. C. S. Lewis

You are reading while walking, she reads. You can't see your feet. The spread pages glide over the sidewalk, mottled by leaf shadows, by moonlight and streetlight. Over continents of shadow, continents of light. The book is a bird with white wings. You are a bird. Reading, you can fly. You are flying now.

People are the same all over the world, I imagine, people who react like that to their countries conspiracies: turning them into tales that are told, like children's fables, and also into place in the memory or the imagination, a place where we go as tourists, to revive nostalgia or to try to find something we've lost.

Childhood doesn't exist for children; however, for adults childhood is that former country we lost one day and which we futilely seek to recover by inhabiting it with diffuse or nonexistent memories, which in general are nothing but shadows of other dreams.

Me haré a la idea de que te soñé –dijo-. Porque la verdad es que te conozco de vista desde hace mucho tiempo, pero me gustas más cuando te sueño. Entonces hago de ti lo que quiero. No como ahora que, como tú ves, no hemos podido hacer nada.

Me gustas más cuando te sueño... entonces hago de ti lo que quiero.

En lo más íntimo, Pedro Páramo nació de una imagen y fue la búsqueda de un ideal que llamé Susana San Juan. Susana San Juan no existió nunca: fue pensada a partir de una muchachita a la que conocí brevemente cuando yo tenía tres años. Ella nunca lo supo y no hemos vuelto a encontramos en lo que llevo de vida.

Y en días de aire se ve al viento arrastrando hojas de árboles, cuando aquí, como tu ves, no hay árboles. Los hubo en algún tiempo, porque si no ¿de dónde saldrían esas hojas?

The sound of rushing water filled Amy Cahill's ears. If she kept her eyes closed, she could imagine she was standing under a beautiful tropical waterfall. Unfortunately, she was hiding in an airport bathroom. Inside

She'd never had so many secrets before. She'd never imagined she could be so afraid. She'd never imagined she could be so brave.

A small bubble-shaped craft sat on two legs that ended in what looked like oversize duck feet. The bubble was made of green-tinted plastic. There was a small propeller at one end. "Are you kidding me?" Dan asked. "Did you buy that at Target?" "I designed it myself," Alistair said, patting it.

She'd never had so many secrets before. She'd never imagined she could be so afraid. She'd never imagined she could be so brave.

Why does Switzerland look like one big cuckoo clock to me? Dan asked. Because you have no sould, Amy answered.

you must remain limited by your experience, unless you turn to fiction, in which you can, of course, embrace people, places, and events you have never personally known.

While imagination certainly plays a role in both kinds of writing, the application of it in memoir is circumscribed by the facts, while in fiction it is circumscribed by what the reader will believe.

Poetry is not business as usual.

If books could kill, I would have written more of them before I died.

After all, it's not every day a woman is given a kingdom of dreams.

What hap­pens to me if this slip­per fits? I turn you into a hand­some frog.

They're going to ask what you said. And if I tell Mr. Twindell you said heaven will be like this, he'll be very disappointed. He's counting, you know, on gold streets and angels and horses with wings." "I see where that could be a problem," Ian agreed, and he tenderly laid his hand against his son's cheek. "In that case, you can tell him I said this is almost heaven.

I can't sleep, because I'm afraid I'll start dreaming...

To accomplish that, I created Victoria Seaton, a young American who was

And so I invented a kingdom of dreams where I could accomplish great and daring deeds to make it happen.