Quotes About Imagination

Our brains dream lost ancient dreams as well as throw ropes in the air as though to catch what is uncatchable – the future.

He was becoming something the world had never seen before - a dream animal - living at least partially within a secret universe of his own creation and sharing that secret universe in his head with other, similar heads. Symbolic communication had begun. Man had escaped out of the eternal present of the animal world into a knowledge of past and future. The unseen gods, the powers behind the world of phenomenal appearance, began to stalk through his dreams.

Perhaps far outward on the rim of space a genuine star was similarly seized and flung... For a moment, we cast on an infinite beach together, beside an unknown hurler of suns... I have caught a glimpse of what man may be, along an endless wave beaten coast at dawn

Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true.

We go through life mishearing and mis-seeing and misunderstanding so that the stories we tell ourselves will add up. We fill in gaps that make no sense because we want to believe something.

She prefers to just return home to a sparkling-clean house and believe the house fairies have been there. That's what her mom always called the cleaning service when Daisy was little. House fairies.

She was a dreamer and a schemer & one didnt dream and scheme without hope.

I have always believed that anyone who must violate the law to achieve his purposes must lack either intelligence or imagination, probably both.

In the real, grown-up world, unicorns were more plentiful than Prince Charmings.

Due to not getting pumped regular, females take the oddest fancies, such as imagining they can think.

Alistair did his best to soothe her while he imagined himself leaping across the table, scooping Miss Oldridge out of her chair, and tossing her out of the nearest window.

In my dreams, I could be a Princess, and that's what I was. Like most little girls, I believed nothing less than a Prince could make my dreams come true.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the authors' imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

We tend to think that the future happens later, but we're creating it in our minds every day. When the present falls apart, so does the future we had associated with it. And having the future taken away is the mother of all plot twists.

I once heard creativity described as being the ability to grasp the essence of one thing and the essence of some very different thing and smash them together to create some entirely new thing. That's what therapists do too. We take the essence of the initial snapshot and the essence of an imagined snapshot and smash them together to create an entirely new one.

I think that a writer should observe the real world before imagining a non-existent one.

Often the Muse will not respond to direct and logical requests. She must be lured in with the playful and gentle.

To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young, and the light the stars gave off was their brightness.

And I must say, there was both freedom and challenge for me in recognizing that our perception of the external world, and our relationship to it, is a product of our neurological circuitry. For all those years of my life, I really had been a figment of my own imagination!

You either photograph what you know, or you photograph what you want to know. But the giants photograph what they don't want to know.

My imagination is a burden sometimes.

The study of history requires investigation, imagination, empathy, and respect. Reverence just doesn't enter into it.

When she doesn't want to think about something sad or hurtful, she does what she instructed her own children and those she taught to do: Close your eyes and go somewhere safe and good. Picture something good.

A small part of her secretly hoped she caught him in bed. But that really was a very small part. The bigger part hoped he was in the shower.