Quotes About Imagination

Evoca las formas. Cuando no tengas nada más inventa ceremonias e infúndeles vida.

Where you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

What. When your dreams are of some world that never was or of some world that never will be and you are happy again then you will have given up.

What is wrong with story is that it is not a true story. Men have in their minds a picture of how the world will be. How they will be in that world. The world may be many different ways for them but there is one world that will never be and that is the world they dream of.

They have a long life, dreams. I have dreams now which I had as a young girl. They have an odd durability for something not quite real. Do you think they mean anything? She looked surprised. Oh yes, she said. Dont you? Well. I dont know. They're in your head. She smiled again. I suppose I dont consider that to be the condemnation you do.

Will children yet to come harbor a longing for a thing they cannot even name?

I know certain days of your childhood. All but weeping with loneliness. Coming upon a certain book in the library and clutching it to you. Carrying it home. Some perfect place to read it. Under a tree perhaps. Beside a stream. Flawed youths of course. To prefer a world of paper. Rejects.

If you stretched a piece of music—so to speak—as the tone drew away the color would fade.

This is what Great Art does. It becomes more real than the real, more true than the truth.

It's certainly possible that the imaginary is best. Like a painting of some idyllic landscape. The place you would most like to be. That you never will.

A halfman on a skatecart oared past with leather chocks.

Men have in their minds a picture of how the world will be. How they will be in that world. The world may be many dierent ways for them but there is one world that will never be and that is the world they dream of.

Carmen Cardoso acreditava no conto de fadas mais perigoso de todos: o do príncipe que a salvaria.

Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.

All writers are insane!

I pledge to set out to live a thousand lives between printed pages. I pledge to use books as doors to other minds, old and young, girl and boy, man and animal. I pledge to use books to open windows to a thousand different worlds and to the thousand different faces of my own world. I pledge to use books to make my universe spread much wider than the world I live in every day. I pledge to treat my books like friends, visiting them all from time to time and keeping them close.

What on earth have you packed in here? Bricks? asked Mo as he carried Meggie's book-box out of the house. You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them, said Meggie.

My children were all made from paper and printer's ink...

The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.

If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in.

Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. 'He might tell me how my story ends,' he murmured. Meggie looked at him in astonishment. 'You mean you don't know?' Dustfinger smiled. Meggie still didn't particularly like his smile. It seemed to appear only to hide something else. 'What's so unusual about that, princess?' he asked quietly. 'Do you know how your story ends?' Meggie had no answer for that.

Why do grown-ups think it's easier for children to bear secrets than the truth? Don't they know about the horror stories we imagine to explain the secrets?

Please, she whispered as she opened the book, please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away

Cornelia Funke