Quotes About Imagination

But if there isn't a right way to do things you have to invent one.

Like Thomas Hardy with his Casterbridge, my own fictional Pennington is based on a well-known English county town, which I embellish with buildings, parks, and houses from my imagination.

How I long to feel the weight of a book in my hand. How I long to turn a page, and pass through the print as you'd pass through a door, into that world of wise and lofty spirits, of strange animals, of noble deeds and faraway cities. If only I could crawl into a book and stay there for the rest of my life.

She knew for certain there were all kinds of people who craved their youth, who would run like gazelles toward that fishhook of time, peeling off the years like old imagined skins.

When you don't know enough about life to know what you might have missed out on, your imagination plays wicked tricks on you.

That's why I love libraries, though... it's not just the books ; it's crazy hopes and dreams. (Lexie)

It was one way she had found to fill her solitary childhood, but it was more than that; the act of creation gave substance and shape to her life. It made order out of the chaos.

My desire to see as much of the world as I could started with these stars.

You want weapons? We're in a library. Books! Best weapons in the world. This room's the greatest arsenal we could have.' THE DOCTOR, TOOTH AND CLAW

If invisible people eat invisible food does invisible wind blow invisible trees?

life's kind of like a painting. A really bizarre, abstract painting. You could look at it and think that all it is, is a blur. And you could continue living your life thinking that all it is, is just a blur. But if you really look at it, really see it, focus on it, and use your imagination, life can become so much more. The painting could be of the sea, the sky, people,buildings, a butterfly on a flower, or anything except the blur you were once convinced it was.

Fairy tales are such evil little stories for young children.

Close your eyes and stare into the dark.

It's not the job of this town to make me feel happy. It's not this town´s fault that I don't feel I fit in. It doesn't matter where you are in the world, because it's about where you are in your head. It's about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination, and memories. I'm happy up here, and because of that I'm happy up there too

Imagining and fantasizing did nothing but break her heart.

Dreams should make you think, 'If I had the guts to do it and I didn't care what anybody thought, this I what I'd really do'.

That somehow dreams are a blurred line between here and there, like a meeting room in a prison. You're both in the same room, yet on different sides and really, in different worlds.

fairy tales, just a fancy word for lies...

It's funny because when you're a child, you believe you can be anything you want to be, go wherever you want to go. There are no limits. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered. The reality of life gets in the way and you're hit by the realization that you can't be all you wanted to be, that you just might have to settle a little bit less.

My box bedroom can only fit a bed and a wardrobe but it was my whole world. My only personal space to think and dream, to cry and laugh and wait until I became old enough to do all the things I wasn't allowed to do.

Write what's up there. Sister Ignatius pointed at her temple. As a great man once said, this is a secret garden. We've all got one of those. Jesus? No, Bruce Springsteen.

Why couldn't she, at least just this once, suddenly find magical powers?

It doesn't matter where you are in the world because it's about where you are up here,' she touched the side of her head lightly. 'It's about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination and memories. I'm happy up here,' she tapped her temple again and smiled, 'and because of that I'm happy up here too.' She held out her arms and displayed the countryside around her....

Mira alla luna. Anche se la manchi, rimarrai sempre tra le stelle.