Quotes About Imagination

When people began singing again, instead of trying to see the woman, Chiaretta looked at the air in front of the voice, trying to understand how something invisible could be so beautiful.

She daydreamed and made up stories in her head, and the cloister and solitude of the pieta suited her.

She shut her eyes, her head full of music yearning to be played.

Because you don't live in a book. Nobody does, silly. Things never happen the way they would in a book. There isn't foreshadowing.

Imagination is the highest kite that one can fly.

Imagination is the highest kite that can fly.

There is always the fear that a wonder of the world can't live up to expectations. Not so. The Taj Mahal was breathtakingly beautiful – if anything, better even than I'd been told. Beauty like that is too dazzling to be imagined.

The best thing about dreams is that youth holds on to them.

Imagination is the highest kite you can fly." — Lauren Bacall

La voz en off (en Rosetta y La promesse ) sería algo así como "Quédate junto a mí, no me avasalles, no digas nada, no interfieras con mi deseo de imaginarme cómo se sentiría que reconocieses mis necesidades, di algo, dame algo, intentémoslo, quedémonos callados".

Then I say, "Let's go and brush our teeth." So Lola says, "But Charlie, I can't brush my teeth because somebody is using my tooth." "But who would use your toothbrush?" I ask. Lola says "I think that lion. I saw a lion with my toothbrush and now he's brushing his teeth with it." "But it isn't this your toothbrush Lola?" "Oh," says Lola, "he must be using yours.

You can be completely sure what might happen next.

Elise ran back to her room to freshen up. Just because she wasn't looking for a boyfriend didn't mean she couldn't look nice enough to inspire some wank bank fantasies for Brody.

Art isn't about where it ends up. It's about the creation.

Isabel is a very talented photographer," she says. "Indeed, I am! I like to take photographs of babies nestling in oversized teacups." I spear a pea with my fork and hold it up. "Or sometimes I dress them in little green pea costumes and arrange them as if they're peering out of gigantic pods.

I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.

My tears were hot and salty, and I imagine them melting my heart.

Lauren Myracle

The poop became a poop mountain; the pee became a pee ocean. And then somehow a Poop and Pee Airline was invented to fly travelers to Poop Mountain and Pee Ocean, although the code name for the airline was Dolphin Airlines, to keep the unsuspecting from being tipped off.

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.

In illness, the world went wonderfully warped, high temperatures turning your pillow to a dune of snow and bringing the night sky, with its daisy-sized stars, so close to your bed you could touch it, and taste the moon.

Our children are not ours because we have given them our genes. They are ours because we have had the audacity to envision them.

Thwack! It sailed through the air and disappeared into the

Old books exert a strange fascination for me -- their smell, their feel, their history; wondering who might have owned them, how they lived, what they felt.