Quotes About Imagination

All these things that crib and cab in your brain, in your imagination, are in fact things that might well in later life drive you insane.

You've probably all had those kinds of dreams that are like usual life, except that a lot of things are not the same, and you seem to know the future in them. Well, this is because these other worlds where two things can happen spread out from our world like rainbows, and sort of flow into one another-

Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot. Teach me to hear the mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind. Decide what this is about Write a second verse yourself

She's not stupid. She just never lets her mind out.

But whoever heard of enchanted bacon anyway?

When you grow up to be an author and write books, you'll think you're making the books up, but they'll all really be true, somewhere.

And suddenly, as if her head had cleared, she was quite sure that wonderful things did indeed exist. Even if they're only in my own mind, she thought, they're there and worth fighting for. I mustn't give in.

f you take myth and folklore, and these things that speak in symbols, they can be interpreted in so many ways that although the actual image is clear enough, the interpretation is infinitely blurred, a sort of enormous rainbow of every possible colour you could imagine.

All I did was ask you for a role-playing game. You never warned me I'd be pitched into it for real! And I asked you for hobbits on a grail quest, and not one hobbit have I seen!

If you were able to hear lime juice, it would sound like violins.

And, suddenly, as if her head cleared, she was quite sure that wonderful things did indeed exist. Even if they're only in my own mind, she thought, they're there and worth fighting for.

Sophie knew Howl could sound unhappy in heaven if it suited him.

But I want to read a book ! Charmain protested.

In the land of Ingary, where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist

In the study, The Book of Palimpsest was, for some reason, now open at A Spell to Find Yourself a Handsome Prince. Charmain shook her head and closed the book. Who needs a prince? she said.

It seems that Fate has decreed that I live through my entire daydream in reality!

Only thin, weak thinkers despise fairy stories.

How does she keep it up? How can Miss Hodge be a teacher and not use witchcraft at all? I use it all the time. How else can I have eyes in the back of my head?' 'One of the great mysteries of our time,' Chrestomanci agreed.

I remember passing the tomboy, sitting in her special place of punishment opposite the bully. She was blazing with her deed, as if she had actually been touched by a god. And I thought that this confirmed all my theories: a child in her position is open to any heroic myth I care to use; she is inward with folktales; she would feel the force of any magical or divine intervention.

We can't all be Mad Hatters," said Howl.

He was standing holding the door to the stairs open with an arm that was entirely hidden inside an immense blue-and-silver sleeve. His feet, on the bottom stair, were standing inside the top half of a gigantic blue-and-silver jacket. Howl's other arm did not come anywhere near the other huge sleeve. Sophie could see that arm in outline, making bulging gestures under a vast frill of collar. Behind Howl, the stairs were full of blue-and-silver suit trailing back all the way to his bedroom.

Pero quería hacer algo, no estaba segura de qué, algo que fuera un poco mas interesante que adornar sombreros.

Oh, how your ears flap and your long nose twitches!

Charles liked poetry because the lines were so short. You could think your own thoughts in the spaces around the print.