Quotes About Imagination

I kept an image of you in my mind through all of it.

I feel like Dorothy, back in Kansas, a black-and-white girl in a black-and-white world, with memories in color.

The past has a clarity I can no longer see in the present. 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.

He should know better than to dream so big and to give voice to those dreams.

she focused on the pale blue yarn and the way the knitting needles dove in and out of the soft strands, creating every moment something that hadn't existed before.

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. I know better, though, don't I?

if wishes were horses, all beggars would ride

In her lonely bedroom, surrounded by the novels that had become her friends, she sometimes dared to dream of an adventure of her own, but not often.

Mrs. Quisdorf picked that book out for you. That card, though, that's the real gift. It can take you anywhere, Loreda.

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, in 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.

Perhaps that's why I find myself looking backward. The past has a clarity I can no longer see in the present. 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.

Should that be enough for her? Was she wrong to want passion? To dream of something—someone—more? She'd always imagined love to be turbulent and volatile, an emotion that would sweep her up and break her to pieces and reshape her into someone she couldn't otherwise have become.

I close my eyes and in the darkness that smells of mildew and bygone lives, my mind casts back, a line thrown across years and continents.

No hero would ever do this. But books were only a reflection of real life, not the thing itself.

Childhood's En

Aveva letto innumerevoli storie romantiche nella sua vita e aveva sognato l'amore eterno; ma non aveva mai immaginato che un semplice e vecchio materasso matrimoniale potesse diventare un mondo a sé stante, un'oasi".

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.

But you did it. You broke away. D'ya ever think life must be bigger than what we see here, Els?

What she thought, over and over again, was if only.

she hardly missed him. In fact, she didn't miss him at all. She missed the idea of him. She missed a second plate at the dinner table, another body in this bed that seemed to have enlarged in his absence.

FEAR, LENI LEARNED, was not the small, dark closet she'd always imagined: walls pressed in close, a ceiling you bumped your head on, a floor cold to the touch. No. Fear was a mansion, one room after another, connected by endless hallways.

how you used to sit cross-legged in your room, with your eyes closed, trying to levitate your toys when Lottie made you clean your room.

He had taught her to love reading, one of the greatest gifts a parent could give a child, and in doing so, he had opened the world to her.

anyone who saw the magic in books had to be good.