Quotes About Imagination

Still, when your truthful eyes, your keen, attentive stare, endow the vacuous slut with royalty, when you match her soul to her shimmering hair, what can she do but rise to your imagined throne? And what can I, but see beyond the world that is, when, faithful, you insist I have the golden key-- and learn from you once more the terror and the bliss, the world as it might be?

He couldn't wait to get home from school, to play with Jenny 'till bedtime, when she went to sleep on his bed and both of them dreamed wonderful dreams all night, about a boy with a face like the sun and a small white dog gleaming like a star through the early-morning mist" -Sky Wolves, Livi Michael

A spell perhaps?" The prince wrinkled his face as though it physically hurt him to think and ask questions.

I let out a breath. So basically we needed to find a place where what we saw wasn't really there, and then climb up a tongue into a giant's mouth. Excellent.

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I don't know what the future holds. Anything is possible.

Magritte presents ordinary objects in impossible contexts. He challenges us to our place in relation to the world: our own humanity.

memory is made up of one part perception, one part intuition, and one part pure invention.

Let's agree right here at the outset that memory is made up of one part perception, one part intuition, and one part pure invention.

Let's agree right here at the outset that memory is made up of one part perception, one part intuition, and one part pure invention.

My inner world was as vast, unlimited, and enchanted as any fairy tale.

Stories don't always reflect the world; they make it, too. A book is a world inside the world, and sometimes there are worlds within that.

I'm not the girl men chose. I'm the girl who's charming and funny and then drives home wondering what she did wrong. I'm the girl who meets someone halfway decent and then fills in the gaps in his character with my own imagination, only to be shocked when he's not the man I thought he was. I'm the girl who hides who she really is for fear I'll fall short.

Dreams don't have deadlines. I'm thinking of doing bigger and better things and having more fun with it.

We need to make sure that there's art in the school. Why? Why should art be in the school? Because if art isn't in a school, then a guy like Steve Jobs doesn't get a chance to really express himself because in order for art to meet technology, you need art.

Keep reading. It's one of the most marvelous adventures that anyone can have.

Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It's a way of understanding it.

Books can truly change our lives: the lives of those who read them, the lives of those who write them. Readers and writers alike discover things they never knew about the world and about themselves.

I think imagination is at the heart of everything we do. Scientific discoveries couldn't have happened without imagination. Art, music, and literature couldn't exist without imagination. And so anything that strengthens imagination, and reading certainly does that, can help us for the rest of our lives.

Dealing with the impossible, fantasy can show us what may be really possible. If there is grief, there is the possibility of consolation; if hurt, the possibility of healing; and above all, the curative power of hope. If fantasy speaks to us as we are, it also speaks to us as we might be.

I had found a new friend. The surprising thing is where I'd found him – not up a tree or sulking in the shade, or splashing around in one of the hill streams, but in a book. No one had told us kids to look there for a friend. Or that you could slip inside the skin of another. Or travel to another place with marshes, and where, to our ears, the bad people spoke like pirates.

Dreams are private, she said. And she is right. A dream is a story that no one else will get to hear or read.

I had discovered that the plainest house can crown a fantasy or daydream. An open window can be tolerated. So can an open door. But I discovered the value of four walls and a roof. Something about containment that at the same time offers escape.