Quotes About Imagination

I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me.

The work of art that insures the rebirth of its author and its reader or viewer is one that succeeds in integrating the artificial language it puts forward (ne style, new composition, surprising imagination) and the unnamed agitations [Émois] of an omnipotent self that ordinary social and linguistic usage always leave somewhat orphaned or plunged into mourning. Hence such a fiction, if it isn't an antidepressant, is at least, a survival, a resurrection.

Daichi at Star Trek

No concebía oficio más hermoso que el de sumergirse en los mares que forman las palabras.

Tú, Fernando, has decidido unir tu suerte a la de una mujer que nunca podrá quererte porque persigue un sueño y los sueños son fruto de nuestra imaginación, con lo que podemos adornarlos tanto como deseemos, estirarlos hasta el infinito, perseguirlos eternamente.

A veces necesitamos de los sueños para poder vivir la realidad.

It was the one dream he'd never permitted himself to consider.

How I Would Like to Kill My Brother, Version Sixteen By Olivia Bevelstoke No. really, what was the point? She could hardly top Version Fifteen, which had featured both vivisection and wild boar.

Michael nodded tersely, eyeing a table across the room. It was empty. So empty. So joyfully, blessedly empty. He could picture himself a very happy man at that table. "Not feeling very conversational this evening, are we?" Colin asked, breaking into his (admittedly tame) fantasies.

He knew that her eyes were made up of dozens of shades of brown, with that one enchanting circle of green constantly daring him to take a closer look, to see if it was really there or just a figment of his imagination.

He smacked the heel of his hand against his forhead, as if that could knock the mental picture out of his head. Hell, he though irritably, he didn't want to knock the image just out of his head. He wanted to send it clear across the room and out the window.

Yes." She sighed again, with even more drama, not that Gregory would have imagined it possible. "It is all so romantic," she added. "The bride, the groom…" "Both are considered standard in the ceremony, I understand." His mother shot him a peevish look. "How could I have raised a son who is so unromantic?" Gregory decided there could not possibly be an answer to that.

She looked down at her sketch pad. She'd been drawing a rabbit. She decided to give him unpleasant teeth. Vicious little bunny. Excellent.

He just wanted to see it. From afar. To see what might have been, what he was glad hadn't been. But maybe should have been.

One would think her tired mind would go utterly blank, but the opposite was true. She could not stop thinking about the highwayman. And his kiss. And his identity. And his kiss. And if she would meet him again. And that he'd kissed her. And-

His memory of her never quite lived up to the enchanting reality of her face.

Her dreams had been just that—dreams. Wishful illusions, all of her own making. If he wasn't what she'd expected, that was her fault. She'd been expecting something that didn't even exist. And she should have known better.

Instead of being forced to learn by rote and memorization, they had come up with all sorts of games and pneumonics.

Non. Chatmousse s'appelait Rhubarbe. Mais Edmund et toi aviez décidé que ce serait bien plus drôle de dire Rhumoustaches, et… — C'est vrai que Rhumoustaches est bien plus drôle. Georgie pinça les lèvres. Elle se retenait manifestement de rire. — Je veux dire, continua Nicholas, qui appelle « Rhubarbe » une créature vivante ?

I like to build houses out of playing cards.

You could think about a woman every day for years, imagine what she might feel like in your arms, but it never, ever matched the real thing.

Anything I could get my hands on. Thomas liked to call me a bookworm." "More of a book dragon, I should think." She laughed. "Why would you say that?" "You are far too fierce to be a lowly worm.

Indian culture certainly gives the Indian mind, including the mind of the Indian scientist, the ability to think out of the box.

Well, I'm from Indiana. So to me when I was a little kid growing up, Cincinnati was the glamorous New York of it all.