Quotes About Imagination

Poetry is language that speaks to our hearts. And I'm using the biblical word heart. I think the closest equivalent to that in 21st-century language is our imaginations. The heart, in biblical physiology, is the center of our emotions, but also of our intellect. Those two things cannot be separated. And poetic language is precise. It is detailed, it's realistic, but it is not the discursive language of mere fact.

We watch our technologies becoming more intelligent, and speculate imaginatively about their potential to become conscious. All the while, we have it in us to become wise.

I've made up boyfriends too' Karen said, nodding her head slowly. 'The best man I ever dated was all in my head' 'Thank you!' I exclaimed.

Well… I dreamed I was alone. I wasn't sure if you were away, or if we were divorced, but it was just me and the girls, and as the dream went on, I realized that you weren't coming back. At first I thought you left me. Then I realized it was because you… died." He waits for my reaction. "I have those dreams about you all the time," I tell him. "Daydreams, I call them.

The third boat was quite pretty, too...this one was an Adirondack fishing boat, and even though it was only half finished, I could picture Jay Gatsby in it, casting a line over the side while he yearned for that shallow tramp, Daisy.

She wondered if he could see himself in a mirror. If he sparkled.

Lucas came into view. Oh, wow. Wow. He wore carpenter shorts and work boots and a white T-shirt that made his skin seem darker. Blue-collar man and his big, strong . . . um. . .hammer. Wasn't there a porno about this? There should be. Someone should make one now. . .

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It's never gonna be over, is it? Thinking about the life we might have had.

Believe in and follow your dreams.

I rather fancy the story of Laurelyn the Moondreamer and how she built a castle of silver moonbeams, don't you? Silver-mind it was called.

Abram spoke long into the night. His stories took shape slowly and deliberately

What-ifs are kind of like ex-boyfriends. The more attention you give them, the more likely they are to stalk you and show up in you bedroom closet when you are getting out of the shower.

Maybe she's a mud puddle nymph," Carmen snickered.

The main thing I sense is...darkness." As soon as the words were out I realized how awful they sounded, so I rushed to clarify, "But it's not a bad darkness. It's more like a warm-summer-night kind of darkenss, not the monster-under-the-bed kind of darkness.

What-ifs are kind of like ex-boyfriends." Carmen appeared on my other side. "The more attention you give 'em, the more likely they are to stalk you and show up in your bedroom closet when you're getting out of the shower.

Books had always been her solace. Novels gave her the space to be bold, brave, beautiful, if only in her imagination.

You sound like—" "A writer?" "I was going to say lunatic, but writer's fairly close." "As

I don't want to discredit people's individuality, but I think people are pretty much the same. People are very similar. If you have a good enough imagination then you can feel things that you personally have never done before. That's acting.

Dessy, don't grow up to be a writer. Because when you live too much in your own head, you neglect the people you love and become an insulated wack job.

In response to those who say to stop dreaming and face reality, I say keep dreaming and make reality.

Books had always been her solace; novels gave her the space to be bold, brave, beautiful, if only in her own imagination.

So now books were her only friends. She'd read Lord of the Rings so often she could recite whole scenes by memory. It was not a skill that aided one in becoming popular.

Books are the mile markers of my life. Some people have family photos or home movies to record their past. I've got books. Characters. For as long as I can remember, books have been my safe place. I read about places I can barely imagine and lose myself in journeys to foreign lands to save girls who didn't know they were really princesses.