Quotes About Imagination

Books aren't lumps of paper, but minds on shelves.

nothing is ever what you imagine, is it?

Art opens the fishiest eye . . .

Don't be a martyr to your imagination.

A book was like a drawer: one opened it and notions flew out.

Have you contracted that special illness of the ear — verse?

My progress seemed like a journey through the Spessart, where at every step some new goblin or monster starts from the ground or steps from behind a tree.

Poetry = Anger x Imagination

What kind of life can you have in a house without books?

In their endeavor to score as much sex as possible, they'll tell women the opposite. Men know women feel pressure to be perfect so they 'throw them off the scent' with colorful stories to keep her focussed on pleasing him (short term). Like the one about how all his ex-girlfriends are supermodels. Or the one about his ex having sex with him ten times a day. (Clearly, a figment of his imagination.)

What this means is that most non-vegans can only imagine what it would be like for them to be vegan, whereas the vegan can actually remember what it was like for her to be non-vegan. And yet, against all societal odds, he lives, thrives, and continues to enjoy food.

Dreams are not real; but when you are inside a dream, it is real to you.

God gives us only one life. But with good books, we can live a hundred, even a thousand lives in the time we are allotted on this earth.

Expect magic.

Now he could work her likeness into any story of his choosing. Now he could fight dragons for her. And now he could kiss her again.

Livia, on the other hand, actively preferred literary characters to real-life acquaintances: Tom Sawyer stayed forever young, Viola always retained her spunk, and Mr. Darcy could never turn out to be a hypocrite who was also disappointing in bed.

He imagined Holmes in her comfortable, four-poster bed at Hôtel Papillon in Paris. He imagined climbing into that bed, holding her tight, herwarmth spreading along his skin and into his sinews. The vision kept him going, dragging Mr. Marbleton along.

Fantasies were like prisoners, less likely to stage a revolt if allowed judicious amounts of supervised exercise.

He liked seeing the world through her eyes. The night, to him, was rather ordinary, overlaid with London's crowded odors and a damp that promised a deeply unlovely fog in the near future. But she preferred to consider the commonest patch of grass and the most unremarkable clump of trees worthy of a Constable canvas - in which case this night could very well have graced the ceiling of a great cathedral.

And suddenly she resembled not so much a bland dish of pudding as the surface of a well-known, yet never explored lake, and he, standing on the banks, had just seen a movement underwater, an enigmatic shadow that disappeared so quickly he wasn't sure he hadn't imagined the whole thing.

I miss those days even though I wasn't alive.

I said that we use digital "passbacks" to placate young children who say they are bored. We are not teaching them that boredom can be recognized as your imagination calling you. Of

In games, he feels that he is "creating something new." But this is creation where someone has already been. It is not creation but the FEELING of creation. These are feelings of accomplishment on a time scale and with a certainty that the real world cannot provide.

I said that we use digital "passbacks" to placate young children who say they are bored. We are not teaching them that boredom can be recognized as your imagination calling you.