Quotes About Imagination

Can we only love Something created in our own imaginations? Are we all in fact unloving and unlovable? Then one is alone, and if one is alone Then lover and beloved are equally unreal And the dreamer is no more real than his dreams.

I could see nothing behind that child's eye. 40 I have seen eyes in the street Trying to peer through lighted shutters, And a crab one afternoon in a pool, An old crab with barnacles on his back, Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.

What you've been living on is an image of Celia Which you made for yourself, to meet your own needs.

Poetry consists in so rendering concrete objects that the emotions produced by the objects shall arise in the reader….

People who do not understand irony cannot understand fiction.

Our lives aren't even about doing real things most of the time. We think and talk about people we've never met, pretend to visit places we've never actually been, to discuss things that are just names as though they were as real as rocks or animals or something. Information Age. Hell it's the Imagination Age. We're living in our own minds. No, she decided as the plane began its steep descent, really we're living in other people's minds.

What, you don't have a sofa gun? I thought everyone did.

Dear Diary Went out shopping today. Picked up half a dozen sheep, two pigs, and a princess. The sheep are rather depressingly thin, the pigs and princess only slightly less so. Dear Diary Went out shopping today. Picked up half a dozen sheep, two pigs, and a princess. The sheep are rather depressingly thin, the pigs and princess only slightly less so.

Kind of like I suspect things are at night in the It's A Small World ride, when all the little figures come to life and whisper about how they'd like to torture and murder all those screaming children and grinning grown-ups in the boats.

He led them around the base of a great fallen tree whose exposed roots resembled more than anything else a huge broom - a broom that would have fired the imagination of Rachel the Dragon toward heroic, legendary feats of sweeping.

Fritti, too, his head full of Hushpad and Firefoot and red claws, finally crossed the borders of the dream-fields. The furry tangle of Folk drowsed and mumbled away the waning Hour of Final Dancing.

Books,' Morgenes said grandly, leaning back on his precarious stool, '--books are magic. That is the simple answer. And books are traps as well.' 'Magic? Traps?' 'Books are a form of magic--' the doctor lifted the volume he had just laid on the stack, '--because they span time and distance more surely by any spell or charm.

Still, it was better than being trampled by teddy bears.

but no other friend would feel a lie as a sort of physical corruption; she could not imagine anyone else in her life despairing because he could not hear the sun's voice.

I try to write like a grown-up about things I fell in love with as a child.

A little imagination goes a long way in Fes.

Close your senses and the imagination comes alive. It's inside us al, dulled by endless television reruns and by a society that reins in fantasy as something not to be trusted, something to be purged. But it's in there, deep inside, a spark waiting to set a touch-paper alight.

I never realized imagining could change reality

I have always had that skill of being able to escape my immediate surroundings by diving into a book;

You can go anywhere in a book. Be anyone. And life has to make sense in a book. Real life doesn't have to make sense. In real life good people can turn out to be bad people, and bad people can get away with murder...and worse. I'll take a good book over that any day.

Do you know, sire, I think that if we live to tell our grandchildren about this war, they will accuse us of making it up.' -Marielle

And if wishes were pies, I`d weigh more than I do. Sir Myles of Barony Olau

I bet his mother was a wyvern. -Scamp

He doesn't need my help coming up with pranks. He's got too many ideas of his own. - Daja referring to Briar in their first year at Discipline cottage