Quotes About Imagination

John Lennon once said that whenever he had an idea, he'd scribble it on a piece of paper and throw it in a drawer. When the drawer was full, he knew it was time for a new album.

I have a huge, active imagination, and I think I'm really scared of being alone because if I'm left to my own devices, I'll just turn into a madwoman.

Neyin var Arezki? Mutsuz görünüyorsun. Bir odam?z olsun istemedik mi? Var i?te. Yanyanay?z. Nedir seni üzen? Neyin eksik? -Evet do?ru görüyorsun. Bir ?eyim eksik. Sana bunu anlatamam. Dü? gücüm eksik. Gelece?i canland?ram?yorum gözümde. Dü?ler al?p ba?lar?n? gittiler, geri gelmiyorlar…

Maybe that's what made a memory powerful. Not that it happened once, but that it happened over and over again on the screen of your mind.

Basically, the world is a giant shithole. But some of us are capable of imagining something better.

Basically it means the world's a giant shithole, but some of us are capable of imagining something better.

But do you know this idea of the imaginary homeland? Once you set out from shore on your little boat, once you embark, you'll never truly be at home again. What you've left behind exists only in your memory, and your ideal place becomes some strange imaginary concoction of all you've left behind at every stop.

If you're reading to find friends, you're in deep trouble. We read to find life, in all its possibilities. The relevant question isn't 'Is this a potential friend for me?' but 'Is this character alive?'

It's a matter of visualizing what you want and then making it happen.

My mother told me early that whatever happens to you, however unhappy you may be, you can escape into a book.

Oh this? It's a 'bookworm.' They live in books, and they love to eat important or valuable words.

Why should she try to do these things? What motivates a child to grow?

With imagery scenes the process, from original stressor to final reward, takes place entirely in imagination —except for the relaxation. That is real.

My imagination can picture no fairer happiness than to continue living for art.

She is insolently grown-up for her size. I suspect the influence of unsupervised reading.

Talking about ideas for a novel is a bit like showing pictures of the ultrasound if you're pregnant. Until they're out in the world, they can only be wonderful to you.

Sympathy is the child of imagination

Reality doesn't surprise me. But that's not true: I suddenly feel such a hunger for the "thing to really happen" that I cry out and bite into reality with my lacerating teeth. And afterwards give a sigh over the captive whose flesh I ate. And again, for a long while, I do without real reality and find comfort in living from my imagination.

She exists as in dreams. She has no sense of reality. She gets nervous because people are always interrupting her daydreams.

Actually even the worst childhood is always enchanted, how awful.

Estou tão assustada que só poderei aceitar que me perdi se imaginar que alguém me está dando a mão.

Dá-me a tua mão desconhecida, que a vida está me doendo, e não sei como falar – a realidade é delicada demais, só a realidade é delicada, minha irrealidade e minha imaginação são mais pesadas.

Había dos maneras de mirarla: imaginando que estaba lejos y era grande, o creyendo que era pequeña y estaba cerca.

her short stories read like perfect songs.