Quotes About Imagination

Qui que vousw soyez qui voulez cultiver, vivifier, édifier, attendrir, apaiser... mettez des livres partout. [Ouverture du congrès littéraire international de 1878)]

If he had had Peru in his pocket he would certainly have given it to the dancer, but Gringoire had no Peru there, and, besides, America was not yet discovered.

Lire, c'est voyager; Voyager, c'est lire.

Cuando la ciencia todavía soñaba, la poesía ya actuaba

Basta con una sonrisa divisada a lo lejos bajo un sombreo de crespón blanco con velillo trasero lila para que el alma entre en el país de los sueños.

R?scolea toate tufiÈ™urile È™i toate pietrele, ca s? caute gâze. AÈ™teptând s? viseze, se juca. Îi pl?cea gr?dina cu gâng?niile care furnicau în iarb?, sub picioarele ei, aÈ™teptând s-o iubeasc? pentru stelele pe care avea s? le vad? printre ramuri, deasupra capului.

Zabluda je uobraziti da se sudbina može iscrpsti i da se može dodirnuti dno makar ?ega bilo.

Querer prohibir a la imaginación que vuelva a una idea es lo mismo que prohibir al mar que vuelva a la playa. Al

le reve est l'aquarium de la nuit.

Le rêve est l'aquarium de la nuit

Théodule was, we think we have mentioned, the favourite of Aunt Gillenormand, who preferred him because she did not see him. Not seeing people permits us to imagine in them every perfection.

This is how my love for her goes on: in moments remembered and moments imagined. It's how I keep her alive. Hers is the voice in my head, my conscience. I see the world, at least in part, through her eyes. Her story—which is the story of a time and land and the indomitable will of a people—is my story; two lives woven together, and like any good story, ours will begin and end and begin again. Love is what remains.

Leni knew it was crazy, but it seemed to her as if they were having a conversation without saying anything, talking about books and durable friendships and overcoming insurmountable odds. Maybe they weren't talking about Sam and Frodo at all, maybe they were talking about themselves and how they had somehow grown up and stayed kids at the same time.

Inside was a library unlike any Leni had ever seen. Row upon row of wooden desks, decorated with green banker's lamps, were positioned beneath an arched ceiling. Gothic chandeliers hung above the desks. And the books! She'd never seen so many. They whispered to her of unexplored worlds and unmet friends and she realized that she wasn't alone in this new world. Her friends were here, spine out, waiting for her as they always had.

She wanted to daydream, pretend that her world was upright instead of fallen on its side;

Fear was a mansion, one room after another, connected by endless hallways.

Leni felt the sudden fragility of her world, of the world itself. She barely remembered Before. Maybe she didn't remember it at all, in fact. Maybe the images she did have-Dad lifting her onto his shoulders, pulling petals from a daisy, holding a buttercup to her chin, reading her a bedtime story-maybe these were all images she'd taken from pictures and imbued with an imagined life.

She had read countless romantic novels in her life and she had dreamed of love forever; even so, she'd never known that a plain old double mattress could become a world unto itself, an oasis.

A dad... he teaches responsibility and accountability, but a mom... ah, a mom teaches her child to dream, to reach for the stars and to believe in fairy tales.

You see things and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were And say, 'Why not?'" —George Bernard Shaw

Inside was a library unlike any Leni had ever seen. Row upon row of wooden desks, decorated with green banker's lamps, were positioned beneath an arched ceiling. Gothic chandeliers hung above the desks. And the books! She'd never seen so many. They whispered to her of unexplored worlds and unmet friends and she realized that she wasn't alone in this new world. Her friends were here, spine out, waiting for her as they always had.

I want to imagine there will be peace when I am gone, that I will see all of the people I have loved and lost. At least that I will be forgiven.

But for now, I am an explorer again, made bold by hardship and strengthened by loss, going west in search of something that exists only in my imagination. A life different than one I've known before.

In sleep, I dream about the Comfort Lodge and Daniel