Quotes About Imagination

If I could only reach out and touch the stars, I would know everything. I would understand.

Ancients pulled metals more precious than gold from the center of the earth - They spun into giant lacy wings that flew them to the stars and back "Is that what you'd do with wings?" She shook her head "No, I'd fly to the stars, but I'd never come back

We wove our dreams together like armor.

Snow. I wondered what it felt like. Aunt Bernette said it could be both soft and hard, cold and hot. It stung and burned when the wind pelted it through the air, and it was a gentle cold feather when it drifted down in lazy circles from the sky. I couldn't imagine it being so many things, and I wondered if she had taken license with her story as Father always claimed. I couldn't stop thinking of it. Snow.

It made me think how different everything might have been if we had both been born in Terravin.

It wasn't good to dwell on maybes. Maybes could be twisted into things that never really existed

Darkness was my ally. It made me forget the world I was in and invited me to dream of another.

There are a lot of memories we imagine. We play them over and over in our minds, trying to orchestrate our movements and words to perfection. Or maybe it's just that I've lived inside of my head more than any other person in the history of the world. Maybe none of us can really predict how we will act at any give moment. Maybe we're all at the mercy of circumstance in spite of our well-laid plans.

This life was a dream of my own making, one where my imagination was my only boundary. It was a life that I alone commanded.

The magic of the wishes, of course, was simply in making them, fishing deep for a hidden desire, molding it into words to make it real, and tossing it into a mysterious unknown that you believed was maybe, just maybe, listening.

Once upon a time, long long ago, before monsters roamed the earth, all the stars hung quietly in the sky, and great cities of wonder and light reached up to meet them.

It was a once upon a time world that used to be.

Possibility became a winged creature that could take me anywhere I asked.

These were the places that Ama described in her stories, places where all the children of the tribe would be princes and princesses and their stomachs always full. It was a once-upon-a-time world that used to be. In

as a child she thought if she could just pull away the fence they would turn back into the beautiful horses they really were and escape to the old plains. she had hope in that power

I play the if game too, Tavish. It´s practically a hobby of mine, but I´ve found it´s a game of endless possibilities with no winner. No matter how great a gift or skill, it´s impossible to forsee every outcome.

Los quizás podían retorcer cosas que en realidad nunca existieron

The best of it, thats what we told ourselves, over and over again as one day rolled into the next; we were only making the bets of it. It was a story, a riddle, a wish stalk that we wove into every kiss, a sweet powdered sugar that would melt and disappear on the end of our tongues, but for now it was real enough.

It began with the stars

The thing about a mark is they've created lies in their head, a story they've invented that they desperately want to believe, a fantasy that merely needs to be fed.

Sometimes dreams are only dreams, Synové

For a few minutes, a wish put a sword in my hand and gave me power over the grimness of our world.

Let me show you the stars.

I am no believer in visions or omens. After all, I would sooner fancy that I was dreaming - dreaming with my eyes open as I stood at the window - than that I beheld the shadows of the dead.