Quotes About Imagination

Thomas did not pay much attention to his lessons that day. It hardly mattered as Mrs. Wilkinson only seemed interested in how to make an "A" and what colour was magenta and how to add one and one together. Thomas knew all that. Only that morning he'd been reading a book full of big violent illustrations of the great battles of Britain, with quite a lot of magenta in it.

Draw the world the way you want it. Draw it and it will be.

You and I, we're no good at telling a story straight. It won't come off right. Like a dog reciting a sonnet. Impressive, but how much better to let him howl?

SF raised me, and I think it did a damn fine job. It at least removed a lot of potential sources of anxiety.

He considers it for a moment and spits out the seeds, which sprout, quickly, into tiny junkblossoms sizzling with recursive algorithms. The algorithms wriggle through thorny vines, veins of clotted pink juice.

A house, a carriage, a balloon, a ship, a racing stallionocerosupine! Is that a thing? It sounds like it ought to be, so let's say it is!

The Heart of Fairyland is a story

All these years I've had a story in my mind, the story about us that never really existed. And because of that story, I've kept you framed up on the wall in a little box of nostalgic moonlight.

No, it's like you get an idea in your head ... no, it's more like you get and idea in your heart.

If having an imagination means imagining all the things you don't have - imagining, in fact, the impossibility of your own happiness - is an imagination a good thing?

But Fin would always be a bit of a romantic, at least when it came to books.

healing-centered engagement moves the pendulum toward a focus on strengthening what supports well-being (hope, imagination, trust, aspirations) inclusive of social justice issues and intersectionality. In brief, it shifts the perspective from "what happened to you" to "what's resilient about you.

Happily ever after, like in the books,

Each of us wages a private battle each day between the grand fantasies we have for ourselves and what actually happens.

am an unreliable narrator, hypervigilant to the point of being paranoid, imposing all my own insecurities onto him. I can't even recall if I actually felt that pain or imagined it, since I have rewritten this memory so many times I have mauled it down to nothing, erasing him down until he was a smudge of resentment while I was a smudge of entitlement until we both smudged into me.

In his book White Flights, the writer Jess Row says that "America's great and possibly catastrophic failure is its failure to imagine what it means to live together.

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When you're on your own, you look for signs. Sometimes you make them up, sometimes they're actually there, but most of the time you can't tell the difference from the two.

It has to do with an intuition about the past. By linking research and imagination, sometimes I can think myself into the heads of the people who made the book. I can figure out who they were, or how they worked.

This is what I write to her: The clouds tonight embossed the sky.

Peter Pan] has never broken his terrible habit of eavesdropping. So, maybe that wasn't the rustle of pages you heard while this story lasted, but Peter Pan himself, listening in. In exchanged for a story of yours, he might show you his most prized possession: James Hooks' map of Neverland. In exchange for a smile, he may show you Neverland itself.

He is everything, everything, everything I ever admired and wanted and couldn't have. He is everything I needed and couldn't find in real life. Of course he is. That's why I invented him.

There are things roaming around inside my head as clever as Theseus in the Labyrinth. It's just that nobody ever gave them the necessary piece of string, so they'll never find their way out.

We built that Wendy House our own selves, for Wendy! And you can't keep a Wendy out of her own Wendy House!