Quotes About Imagination

Imagination does not become great until human beings, given the courage and the strength, use it to create.

Do not erase the designs the child makes in the soft wax of his inner life.

Ever since I was young I loved making things and being part of the design process.

It is through beauty, poetry and visionary power that the world will be renewed.

Storytelling draws on the magic of language to created Elsewheres. Writers use a linguistic sleight-of-hand to take an attribute, attach them to new objects, and create enchantment.

In my opinion, ADD more aptly refers to Attention to Dreams and Discoveries, and ADHD describes Alert to Daydreams and Humorous Diversions—in

Who knows what the world would be like if we all kept our interests, talents, goals, and dreams alive.

Ever look at the ocean at night, at that fathomless darkness, and wonder what's under there?" he asked. "Same thing that's under it in the daytime." Rachel shrugged. Sam laughed. "I see there's no scaring you into moving a little closer to me for safety.

Was it her imagination, or did everyone in town have roots that went back to the beginning of time, complete with ancestral home and pedigree? Was one of those pedigrees hers? Were some of her roots here in this bayside town? Jamie

Carly went back and forth between several of the paintings, trying to decide which one was least likely to frighten small children. "You know, your work is very Ã¢â'¬Â¦ unique, Hazel. I can honestly say I've never seen anything quite like it.

Fishwives. Fishwidows. And we all set out to be mermaids.

Libro, libro. Cuando te pasen estas cosas, coge siempre un libro.

The feel of them (books) and the smell of them. A bookshop was like an Aladdin's cave for me. Entire worlds and lives can be found just behind that glossy cover. All you had to do was look." Claire (Watermelon)

As truth reality contains a large amount of imagination; in some cases, of lack of imagination.

Life without a taste of irrational, of crazy, is a boring book.

Life – a sort of a plate of real-imaginary from which I nibble together with the birds of light and darkness, with the poor and well-to-do of the world at grains of to be once rough (like sharp stones), other times more like the pulp of pomegranates and ripe figs; stairs I have to climb in myself and climb down… to sometimes walk along the roads of infinity, other times, how many, to stop before the first step, waiting for the path home…

Reigning over the worlds in your brain – that's a true prerogative of rational existence…

They haven't written the books to teach us all we want to know about our existence and us. And a large number of what is written is largely based on the conventional and the imaginary.

We are the wings of our thoughts.

You can only touch infinity by achieving a heart of violins. You can not be in an enormous love more than the one that imagines that much horizon.

What's Ixion? she'd asked him. He'd laid his face close to hers, whispering so their parents couldn't hear. Imagine a place where there are no Elders. No rules. No punishment. Only music and laughter and freedom. That's Ixion, Ret. That's me. Soon after,

Marianne Hering

How did Mr. Tesla get inside the Imagination Station?

There is a great amount of poetry in unconscious fastidiousness.