Quotes About Imagination

I want you to believe.' 'To believe what?' 'To believe in things that you cannot.

The secret voices of the brain need not always speak in thunder; the Dream-Painter within us need not always have a full canvas for the exercise of his craft.

Onlar? dinleyin, gecenin çocuklar?n?. Ne güzel müzik yap?yorlar!

Does that city create its citizens, or is the city only a dream of its citizens.

des nuages blancs, humides, qui prenaient des formes fantomatiques si lourdes, si froides, si menaçantes qu'il ne fallait pas un grand effort d'imagination pour penser que les esprits des marins morts en mer venaient toucher leurs frères en vie et plus d'un marin trembla en sentant l'envelopper des mains humides que semblait former le brouillard marin.

Imagination can take you Places....READ

He would have shaved the centaurs, dipped them in honey, covered them with feathers, and hung them up like a bunch of pinatas. I'm just saying. - Warren

The surprise is on the far side. You're sure? Positive. It better not be another fairy, Seth said. What's the matter with fairies? I've already seen about a billion of them and also they turned me into a walrus.

She pictured herself running from a hoard of ravenous zombies on a hot day eventually collapsing from heatstroke and getting devoured. Then she imagined Hal giving a rousing eulogy at her funeral explaining how Kendra's death was a beautiful sacrifice allowing the noble zombies to live on delighting future generations by mindlessly trying to eat them. With her luck it could totally happen.

Seth put his ear against the door. I can't hear anything. There are probably ten of them patiently waiting on the far side, ready to pounce. Brownies are shrimps. All I'd need are some heavy boots, a pair of shin guards, and a weed whacker. The image made Kendra giggle.

It's easy to make up weird stuff. It gets trickier when you want the weird stuff to be interesting and make sense.

You're free to dream however you wish," Nollin teased. "But don't ask the rest of us to share your unrealistic—" "Then don't ask us to share your weakness!" Jason interrupted.

Fantasy leaves imaginations larger than it finds them.

Fablehaven's awesome!!so is the candy shop war!

You look tired, Rachel told Jason. I wish I could jog and sleep at the same time. Can't you? Ferrin asked, joining them at the little cascade. I always imagined that you could sleep rolling down a mountainside in a barrel. I probably could today, Jason conceded.

You said you wanted my story? Well, I was swallowed by a hippopotamus. Except I didn't go into the hippo, I ended up in a tree. Then I sort of wandered here.

13. Who is the coolest author ever? Is it the guy who wrote Fablehaven? If not, what's the matter with you?

Nothing matters more than what happens in our minds," Trillian said. "Your experiences in what you consider your real life in the real world only exist in your mind and in the minds of others. The mind is everything. And dreams are the playground of the mind.

Tell me about your friends. I hardly knew them. The one who ran off with the girl is named Christopher Columbus. Tall guy. Really skinny. Green hair. Fangs. Six fingers on his left hand. About a hundred years old. Lots of wrinkles. I trust you are enjoying yourself. the commander sneered.

My father once admonished me to master the laws that govern fine writing until I could weave my words into worlds. If ever I accomplish that feat, I will sign my name to the tale.

Wow! I can hardly believe I finished Beyonders.

The stupidest word Jason could have imagined. Utter nonsense. Supposedly it would unmake Maldor. He repeated the odd syllables in his mind, varying the inflection. If it failed, he could always try supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

At the far end of the room, upon a moldering dais, a shabby man sat upon a battered thrown. A dingy rag bound his eyes, a tarnished crown rested upon his grey hair, and a grimy green robe edged in dirty white fur enshrouded his body. He looked like some homeless guy playing the part of a wise man in a soup kitchen Christmas pageant.

Kendra wished for a rock to throw at her brother.