Quotes About Imagination

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On the other hand, I had to remind myself that, unlike you, I'm the sort of person whose imagination gets overstimulated from very little. And sometimes I get confused between what I've nakedly perceived and what I've varnished upon that perception.

You know what my motto is?' I didn't think people had mottoes anymore,' I said. Think fantastic,' Chuck said. 'My motto is, Think fantastic.

If you cannot point to a particular actual or imagined room, among the billions of rooms in the world, and state truthfully, Inside that room I will find joy - well, then you have found a useful measure of where you stand in the matter of joy. And in the matter of rooms, too.

A puff of wind blew out their skirts, and they looked like two wandering flags.

Sobre los campos, a ambos lados de la carretera, se derramaba la niebla como si fuera plomo derretido, simulando el mar y la inmensidad. Por eso, las sombrereras, las personas, las conversaciones y el coche de punto resultaban tan insustanciales y ridículos. Llegué a creer que en verdad a ambos lados se encontraba el mar y me sorprendió su calma.

I believe that my observations have always led me to find that the so-called realist moves about the world with a closed mind, ringed as it were with concrete and cement, and that the so-called romantic is like an unfenced garden in and out of which truth can wander at will.

Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite expressions.

Cloudtail unsheathed his claws and let them sink into the soft earth as if he was imagining a ShadowClan pelt beneath his paws

where there is more water than you could possibly imagine, like a river that has only one bank, and it's too salty to drink. Every night it swallows the sun in a flash of fire, bleeding into the waves without a sound.

flying hedgehogs.

Imagine having such a sour-tongued warrior for a father. I'm glad I'm not Breezepaw!

It's sticking up like a bluebell!" Lionkit's tail slapped against the frozen earth.

Gray Wing dreamed.

That sounds great, Flipclaw, but unfortunately, we can't all live inside your imagination. Only you can live there.

READ!READ!READ! Till there are no books left in the world to read!

Dreams? What's the point of that? I dreamed I killed a huge eagle and ate it all myself, but I was still hungry when I woke up!

A hawk swooped overhead and Mapleshade imagined it feasting on Ravenwing's body after she had finished with him. He would bleed a river of blood, every drop spilled for her helpless kits. . .

We will be soon," Brook promised. "And that noise was only a branch." She let out a soft mrrow, a mixture of sympathy and amusement. "Trees don't sneak up on you.

Then StarClan has brought us to an excellent place," Longtail meowed. "I can easily imagine us building our camp here." Their optimism cheered Brambleclaw up, even though not all the cats shared it.

Decided?" Lionblaze whispered into Hollyleaf's ear. "Look out for flying hedgehogs.

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My name is Echo. I dream of cats with stars in their fur.