Quotes About Imagination

there was something in your children that could bring out the child in yourself.

He couldn't understand Rachel's need to wonder what could have been, rather than just accepting that it never would be.

She didn't believe in alternate realities. She believed in the transcendent power of love, memory and imagination. 'Anything is possible.

Doing this always calmed her. It was like imagining the protective walls of an impenetrable fortress. She

As man imagines himself to be, so shall he be, and he is that which he imagines." So said Paracelsus in the fifteenth century. The idea of the power of the mind is not new, ladies and gentlemen. Good morning.

I was just average, I'm afraid. Too dreamy. After school,

Cecilia sipped her tea and imagined herself going back through time and putting that Khrushchev in his place.

her grandfather used to say, "Never spoil a good story with the facts.

There was something a little sad about having erotic dreams when you led such an unerotic life.

She enjoys thinking deliciously shocking thoughts from time to time.

You could try as hard as possible to imagine someone else's tragedy – drowning in icy waters, living in a city split by a wall – but nothing truly hurt until it happened to you. Most of all, to your child.

Our parents are turning into vampires," Jane's brother had said to her. "Jigsaw-playing vampires.

This is myself. You've always had some idea of me that doesn't exist.

As her mum always says, one of the advantages of being an only child is that you have no trouble amusing yourself.

A pile of books filled her lap. They were all the books she'd ever written, including foreign language editions. The books were open at the top like cereal boxes. Frances dipped her hand into each book and pulled out great handfuls of words to scatter across the sky. 'Got one!' said Sol, from the back of the sleigh,

As Jane looked around her, she felt that dissatisfied feeling she often experienced when she was somewhere new and lovely. She couldn't quite articulate it except with the words If only I were here.

As man imagines himself to be, so shall he be, and he is that which he imagines." So said Paracelsus in the fifteenth century.

Oh for Christ's sake, now she is crying over some imaginary cheerful lady.

Jesus. She even knew Liam's name. How was that possible? She'd forgotten her very existence until thirty seconds ago. Liam looked over, aimed his stick straight at Cecilia and pulled the imaginary trigger. "Liam!" said Tess at the same time as Cecilia groaned, clutched her chest and buckled at the knees. She did it so well, for an awful moment Tess worried that she really was collapsing. Liam held the stick up to his mouth, blew on it and grinned, delighted.

Never spoil a good story with the facts.

I know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.

We sit and listen and are enthralled anew, for good stories, it seems, never lose their magic.

When your dreams tire, they go underground and out of kindness that's where they stay.

We've removed the ceiling above our dreams. There are no more impossible dreams.