Quotes About Imagination

After all, it wouldn't be the first time that I'd let a beautiful woman rip the molecules of my body apart, shoot them through a light beam, and throw them back together somewhere else for credits. But that's another story...

Lance transformed into a giant banana.

Aunt Winifred says that our hymns, taken all together, contain the worst and the best pictures of heaven that we have in any branch of literature.

Buttercups in the sunshine look like little cups of gold. Perhaps the Faeries come to drink the raindrops that they hold.

Mrs. Post had lain quietly down and switched off the bedside lamp. Her head was like a magic lantern into which slides were thrust noisily, one after the other.

The only source of my power are the pages you hold and the words written thereon. As you read them, I hope the magic starts to work between my words and your imagination.

How they had dreamed together, he and she... how they had planned, and laughed, and loved. They had lived for a while in the very heart of poetry.

When I got to the library I came to a standstill, - ah, the dear room, what happy times I have spent in it rummaging amongst the books, making plans for my garden, building castles in the air, writing, dreaming, doing nothing.

I am in the Special Operations Executive because I can speak French and German and am good at making up stories, and I am a prisoner in the Ormaie Gestapo HQ because I have no sense of direction whatsoever.

With her words in my mind while I'm reading, she is as real as I am. Gloriously daft, drop-dead charming, full of bookish nonsense and foul language, brave and generous. She's right here. Afraid and exhausted, alone, but fighting.

Where I fail in accuracy, I hope I make up for it in plausibility.

It was just very interesting to me that certain types of women inspire people's imagination, and all of them were very difficult women.

My imagination, my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time, how passion can surprise and renew, utterly failed me.

He said little about his dream but he nourished it in his heart as the best place for a dream to grow.

Elizabeth Yates

One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.

One travels to learn once more how to marvel at life in the way a child does.

An essay writer's pen weaves thoughts into a tapestry of eloquence, where every word is a brushstroke painting the canvas of knowledge

Angels can't die yet I imagine it. A psychiatrist at that place once told me it was a projection. Like with movies. Light passes through the film and it gets bigger on the screen. I guess he was saying thought and faith have that kind of power. But he had no fucking idea who he was dealing with.

I subscribe to the tea-kettle theory of art," she'd responded. "Open the valve and the energy escapes.

J.R.R. Tolkien reminds us that to leave fantasy in the nursery, or to believe that there is some particular connection between fairy tales and children, is to forget that children are not a separate race, a separate kind of creature from the human family at large.

Moral: If at first you don't succeed, invent fire. Or hire a chef. Preferably one with imagination. Jane Yolen

The pain has lessened with age, but never goes away. Now the doctors give it a name—endometriosis. Their tone when talking to me is always one of judgmental solemnity, as if this sickness is a curse given to me because I never found a husband, instead of a curse that prevented me from getting one. Or maybe I have always just imagined this in their voices.

fairy tales are about ordinary men and women in extraordinary circumstances.