Quotes About Imagination

Dreams are collisions of memories, they fuse the inconvenience of a mislaid pen with the grief of losing a loved one. They create hybrids, centaurs.

Oh, sheep. I've lost all my sobbing colours.

It a heasy t'ing to live for de lightnin' crack hillumination of possession. It heasy to hide in de dark o' faith , pretendin' dat anyt'in' dat skitter an' scuttle in de night is jus' bad himagination. It a heasy t'in' jus' to stay where you at. Grow roots. Vegetate . Be a potato.

I sogni sono collisioni di memorie, confondono il dispiacere di aver smarrito una penna con la rabbia di aver perso la propria amata. Creano ibridi, centauri.

The counsellor who never reads a novel or never opens a book of poetry is neglecting an important resource for empathic development.

should always be dreaming. Dreaming is a sign you have hope.

None of this is real.

David A. Adler

David A. Adler

Moreover, when you interact with the external world, you get more involved with realistic rules of thumb. When you're in your head, by contrast, you can imagine anything. This is why anticipatory worry is almost always worse than anything that actually happens in real life—there are no rules in your head, anything seems possible! In the external world, the rules of reality apply.

Free-flowing thoughts can be our greatest asset when we are in a creative mode, but when an unruly mental process limits our awareness, the mind becomes an oppressor.

along with the other animals, the stones, the trees, and the clouds, we ourselves are characters within a huge story that is visibly unfolding all around us, participants within the vast imagination, or Dreaming, of the world.

U nekom trenutku sve pri?e postaju iste, kaže pripoveda?, i sve vode do istog cilja. Veština je u tome, kaže pripoveda?, da se onaj koj sluša ili ?ita pri?u navede na pomisao da je pri?a koju upravo sluša ili ?ita ipak druga?ija od ostalih. Pripovedanje je, dakle, zavaravanje, kaže pripoveda?, pri?a je, zna?i, laž. (Pripovedanje i pri?a)

Suffice it to say that something automatic and extraordinary happens in your mind when you create and focus on a clear picture of what you want.

Books. They are lined up on shelves or stacked on a table. There they are wrapped up in their jackets, lines of neat print on nicely bound pages. They look like such orderly, static things. Then you, the reader come along. You open the book jacket, and it can be like opening the gates to an unknown city, or opening the lid of a treasure chest. You read the first word and you're off on a journey of exploration and discovery.

Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.

Sometimes we just have to accept there are things we can't know. Why is your sister ill? Why did my father die?…Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can't. we have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.

Writing will be like a journey, every word a footstep that takes me further into undiscovered land.

Maybe we're all in somebody's dream. Maybe everything's a dream, and nothing else.

And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!

Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can't. We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.

Look at all the life in this," she said. "Every pip could become a tree, and every tree could bear another hundred fruits and every fruit could bear another hundred trees. And so on to infinity." I picked the picks from my tongue with my fingers. "Just imagine," she said. "If every seed grew, there'd be no room in the world for anything but pomegranate trees.

I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.

Drawing makes you look at the world more closely. It helps you to see what you're looking at more clearly. Did you know that?" I said nothing. "What colour's a blackbird?" she said. "Black" "Typical!