Quotes About Imagination

How many of us count fictional characters, or those we've never met, among our closest friends? My hand's up.

OK.… A blue feather." He looked at me blankly. "Richard? A blue feather?

Pour pouvoir voler vous devez croire à l'invisible.

It took time to learn that the hard thing about writing is to let the story write itself, while one sits at the typewriter and does as little thinking as possible. It happened over and over again, and the beginner learned — when you start puzzling over an idea, and slowing down on the keys, the writing gets worse and worse.

Åžu ikisi d???nda istediÄŸiniz her ÅŸeyi yapmaya muktedirsiniz: GerçekliÄŸi yaratamazs?n?z. Var olan gerçekliÄŸi yok edemezsiniz.

To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is," he said, "you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived.

There was part of me listening that didn't think what I said was fiction. I was making up a true story.

And with that, Jonathan held in thought an image of the great gull-flocks on the shore of another time, and he knew with practiced ease that he was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all.

Para atraer algo a tu vida, imagina que ya está allí

Kiekviename ši? knyg? puslapyje rašytojas ?spaud? save, ir mes, s?d?dami bibliotek? tyloje, panor?j? galime ?skaityti j? ? savo gyvenim?.

No creas lo que tus ojos te dicen. Sólo muestran limitaciones. Mira con tu entendimiento, descubre lo que ya sabes, y hallarás la manera de volar.

If       you will practice being fictional    for a while, you will understand       that fictional characters are          sometimes more real than             people with bodies                and heartbeats.

To begin with," he said heavily, "you've got to understand that a seagull is an unlimited idea of freedom, an image of the Great Gull, and your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip, is nothing more than your thought itself.

Para volar tan rápido como el pensamiento y a cualquier sitio que exista —dijo Chiang con lentitud, mirando atentamente a la joven gaviota—, debes empezar por saber que ya has llegado.

Ömür; 'içinizdeki as?l sizi', hayal edebileceÄŸiniz en maceraperest ve yarat?c? biçimde ifade etmeniz için size verilmiÅŸ bir ÅŸanst?r.

Hep yapmay? hayal ettiÄŸiniz ÅŸeyi sonuna kadar yaÅŸay?n, kendinizi kötü hissetmenize f?rsat kalmayacakt?r.

You were starting to sound a little like a Stephen King novel

Vielleicht gab es nicht mal einen Regenbogen, geschweige denn einen Topf mit Gold.

I had the thought that this is what true civilization really is; not the cities or the monuments or the statecraft or even the politics: but this. This slip of a lady, with barely the physical power to get around on her own unaided, holding a thousand others in thrall, threaded together on the silence by the force and power of her art, her being, her imagining.

because you always have a clock strapped to your body, it's natural that i should think of you as the correct time: with your long blonde hair at 8:03, and your pulse-lightning breasts at 11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30, i know i'm right.

Everyone has a place in history. Mine is clouds.

By the way, Doc Edwards said. How's that book coming along? Oh, it's coming along. Fine. What's it about? Just what I'm writing down: one word after another. Good.

We could see the children's toys here and there, and we saw a game that the children had made themselves out of dirt, deer antlers and abalone shells, but the game was so strange that only children could tell what it was. Perhaps it wasn't a game at all, only the grave of a game.

I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.