Quotes About Imagination

Marina mi-a zis odat? c? nu ne aducem aminte decat ceea ce nicicând nu s-a petrecut.

We only remember what never happened.

Marina me dijo una vez que sólo recordamos lo que nunca sucedió. Pasaría una eternidad antes de que comprendiese aquellas palabras.

A könyvek olyanok, mint a tükör: mindenki azt látja bennük, amit a lelkében hordoz.

We are doomed to remember what never really happened.

?rizd meg az álmaidat. Soha nem tudhatod, mikor lesz szükséged rájuk.

Under the warm light cast by the reading lamp, I was submerged into a new world of images and sensations peopled by characters who seemed to me as real as my surroundings.

A könyvekben, amelyek közt nevelkedtem, láthatatlan, titkos barátokra leltem; s bár lapjaik rég elporladtak már, az illatukat azóta is Å'rzi kezem.

Books are mirrors, you see in them what you already have inside you.

A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell him things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.

Er kam daher, den Kopf in den Wolken, ein Lächeln um die Lippen und mit der heiteren Miene derer, die es sich leisten können, nicht zu wissen, wie die Welt funktioniert.

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside.

La Marina em va dir una vegada que només recordem allò que mai no ha ocurregut.

Ignoravo il piacere che può dare la parola scritta, il piacere di penetrare nei segreti dell'anima, di abbandonarsi all'immaginazione, alla bellezza e al mistero dell'invenzione letteraria.

Los libros son espejos: sólo se ve en ellos lo que uno ya lleva dentro - La Sombra del Viento, Carlos Ruíz Zafón

Jedina je pouka koja se može izvu?i iz ove pri?e, ili iz bilo koje druge, to da u stvarnom životu za razliku od mašte, ništa nije kako se pri?inja.

Elk boek, elke band die je ziet, is bezield. Bezield door degene die het schreef, bezield door degenen die het lazen en doorleefden en ervan droomden. Telkens als een boek in andere handen overgaat, telkens als iemand zijn blik over de bladzijden laat gaan, groeit zijn geest en wordt sterk.

it true you haven't read any of these books?' 'Books are boring.' 'Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you,' answered Julián.

who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandoranse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

Pocas cosas marcan tanto a un lector como el primer libro que realmente abre camino hasta su corazón

That afternoon he invited me to his house for an after-school snack and showed me his collection of strange gadgets made from bits of scrap metal, which he kept in his room.

Under the warm light cast by the reading lamp, I was plunged into a new world of images and sensations, peopled by characters who seemed as real to me as my room. Page after page I let the spell of the story and its world take me over, until the breath of dawn touched my window and my tired eyes slid over the last page.