Quotes About Imagination

I declare after all ,there is no enjoyment like reading!!

Kad?nlar?n hayal gücü çok h?zl?; bir anda beÄŸeniden aÅŸka, aÅŸktan evliliÄŸe s?çr?yor.

There is no enjoyment like reading!

There is no other enjoyment like reading

They stood for some time without speaking a word; and she began to imagine that their silence was to last through the two dances, and at first was resolved not to break it; till suddenly fancying that it would be the greater punishment to her partner to oblige him to talk, she made some slight observation on the dance.

I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than that of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.

How much more must an imaginist, like herself be on fire with speculation and foresight!

Cat de adevarate par cateodata visele! Alteori, ce adunatura de lucruri absurde!

Como no la adulaban ni a ella ni a sus niños, no podía creer que fueran de buen natural; y como eran aficionadas a la lectura, las imaginaba satíricas: quizá no sabía exactamente qué era ser satírico, pero eso carecía de importancia. En el lenguaje común implicaba una censura, y la aplicaba sin mayor cuidado.

At his house I often met Henry James. I liked to watch that ingenious spider weaving his webs, but to me he had no appeal.

When we say art is unpractical, we mean that art is cut loose from immediate action.

I went to an empty henhouse [when I was four and a half], hid in the straw at the back, and waited, and the family had no idea where I was... My mother sees this excited little girl rushing toward the house all covered in straw. Instead of getting mad at me, which would've killed the excitement, she saw my shining eyes and sat down to hear this wonderful story of how a hen lays an egg.

I am so glad TV had not been invented then—it meant I had to, and most certainly did, exercise and develop my powers of imagination.

Fantasies are absolutely safe, as long as you never try to make them a reality.

She was the child with the flashlight under the duvet late into every night. She would breeze through a book in a day and a half, then read it six more times.

The place she felt happiest, the place she found her solace and joy, was in the pages of books. She

As far back as I can remember I would escape from my humdrum world by burying myself in books--the one true love of my life when growing up.

However, Mr. Darcy was the man I truly admired. I see him clearly. He is exceptionally tall, and his head is covered with black curly hair. He looks serious except when he smiles at you; it knocks you right straight across the room. His smile is that brilliant. He doesn't ever do anything to hurt girls. I longed for him to walk out of his book and reach for my hand.

The contrast between the restrictions placed on him by his shrunken frame and his croaking speech on the one hand, and the power of his mind which allowed him to roam the outer reaches of the universe on the other, provided a fertile source for many imaginative flights of fanciful prose. Moreover

Whatever they may have felt about the risks of such a step, I was beginning to feel confident that Stephen would survive. How could he not survive with so many people contributing in every imaginable way to his recovery? Some

think of daily life as an ever-moving three-dimensional painting with you as the artist

How many of you would want to limit your reality, your entire reality, to the experience you now know? You do this when you imagine that your present self is your entire personality, or insist that your identity be maintained unchanged through an endless eternity. (10:43.)

you interpret daily life according to your ideas of what is possible or not possible.

What exists physically exists first in thought and feeling. There is no other rule.