Quotes About Imagination

T-shirt lifts just enough so that you can see my midsection—you need something to dream about—and

I gave her as much as I had, but it's like the difference between a movie and a book: A book lets you choose how much blood you want to see. A book gives you permission to see the story as you want, as your mind directs. You interpret.

She was always changing her mind, imagining all the roads not taken. She was spongy, and sponges can't make big life decisions.

They're in their own world, where good things happen, a quarter mile and a million light years away.

I scroll through my own stories in my phone, the ones I write when I can't sleep, when I think about her, about what the fuck happened, when I make like Alvy Singer and try to correct it all with my imagination.

You say that you've pictured the same wedding—the song is "My Sweet Lord"—with a million different guys, "including you,

And you with your computer, as if you need to remind your imaginary audience that you're a writer when we (I) know what you truly are: a performer, an exhibitionist.

Sometimes we all need a poem.

You want to go places you can't go.

This is why people like writing. You visit old friends without having to go on Facebook and see what they're up to and deal with what idiots call FOMO. You make them into what you want them to be, the people they could be if only they were braver, smarter.

Faith is a kind of imagination. It's imagining a world we can't see, but hope is there.

J-"Don't tell me you don't feel a true connection to the characters in your favorite books". A-"That is true, Pen. Just because they aren't real people doesn't make characters less...real".

Why are you so sad? You read too much poetry. And you believe the wrong things about poetry. Poetry doesn't come from outer space. Poetry doesn't descend from heaven. Give life a chance. Life is stronger than the interpretation of life.

Every morning I wake up with new ideas.

The most important lesson I've learned is that first you have to dream, and then you have to believe in your dreams. That is the only way for them to come true.

What you focus on is what you will create in your life. What you truly believe you are, you will become.

I feel like a lot of time my writing is like having about twenty boxes of Christmas decorations. But no tree. You're going, Where do I put this? Then they go, Okay, you can have a tree, but we'll blindfold you and you gotta cut it down with a spoon.

As a dreamer, you're inevitably called to dream yourself awake using the full resources of your imagination and heart. You may have buried or repressed your season of insight, but it happened, and now you are irrevocably changed.

But Jung also pointed out: "One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.

If I could have been a cowgirl, I might have never written a word.

My vivid imagination, in conjunction with a Type Triple A, drive-it-to-the-ground personality, means that I conjure up all sorts of dire and dreadful scenarios for any given set of actual facts. The less probable the outcome, the more likely I am to come up with it, and I am fully capable of fancying an array of potential scenarios ranging from the mundane to everything that you find in a Bruce Willis movie.

The patterns overhead shifted so that, had she an imagination prone to hysteria, she could easily convince herself something hid in the curtains above her head. She imagined a face in the shadows and folds of fabric, a face with sad, hollow eyes. The sliver of light shining through a crack in the window curtains disappeared. Shadows deepened and swirled and the face became even more uncannily real.

He fell quiet, but she understood this was his way. He was not a talkative man. Once, she'd imagined him sitting alone in his house, a monster ready to devour anyone who came near. What she imagined now was a man who had both his rank and his natural reticence working against him. She smiled at him. If he continued in his gruff ways the rest of his life, she would defend him to anyone. Anyone.

Read, read, read. That's all I can say.