Quotes About Imagination

Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.

I can't be talking to a tree. If I was talking to a tree I'd be mad, and I'm not mad, so trees can't talk.

Myth is never a single story. It is always a tree with many branches.

When I was handed a hammer, my first project was building a three-story tree house.

The other day, when my 4-year-old saw a flowering tree and said, "Daddy, it's raining petals," that was poetry that just melted my heart into a mushy, yummy Fudgsicle.

Imagination has the right to feast in the shade of the tree that it turns into a forest.

We can plant a house, we can build a tree.

You know, I never imagined there were he-dryads. Not even in an oak tree." One of the giants grinned at him. Druellae snorted. "Stupid! Where do you think acorns come from?

Science Fiction has rivets, fantasy has trees.

When I was very little, say five or six, I became aware of the fact that people wrote books. Before that, I thought that God wrote books. I thought a book was a manifestation of nature, like a tree.

Being a child is horrible. It is slightly better than being a tree or a piece of heavy machinery but not half as good as being a domestic cat.

My grandfather built my first hoop. It was a peach basket up against a tree, and we played in the dirt. I couldn't have been more than 6 when he put it up, and I just started playing.

I call it... the hot dog tree, because... it's a hot dog tree.

You can't throw a rock without a comic book character falling out of a tree.

I understand how you could see something in the root of a tree, a crack in the wall, in an eroded stone or pebble. But marble? It comes off in blocks and doesn't evoke any image. It does not inspire.

I carve stone. I've got hammers and chisels and I carve from sandstone. I just did a big mural of birds and trees.

This tree house became our galleon, our spaceship, our Fort Apache...Ours was a learning tree. Through it we learned to trust ourselves and our abilities.

I thought maybe he was seeing another tree. - Juniper

Of course, among the confused motives that spurred me toward being a writer was also the desire to look, to be above the trees and rooftops, beyond the Malaysian horizon that circumscribed my life.

She fell into a long sleep and dreamed the dreams of the Dream Tree.

To have a faith, therefore, or a trust in anything, where God hath not promised, is plain idolatry, and a worshipping of thine own imagination instead of God.

Faith. Trust. and Pixie Dust.

Life is so much wiser and kinder than your mind imagines. Trust & Be Still.

All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust!