Quotes About Imagination

I shudder to think of an eternity spend without books. I have hopes that every book that was ever lost is somewhere waiting for me when my life here finally ends.

One of the frustrations of having a mind trained to think and consider possibilities was that it couldn't simply be stopped once engaged.

Penn cautiously reached out and touched the dragon's scales. She had expected them to be hot but they were curiously cool. But he was real. He was an actual, live dragon and right in this very moment she could feel his leathery scales under her hand and the power of twin hearts beating in his chest. Penn felt something in her mind slipping – adjusting and rearranging to make room for the previously impossible. The Wintrish Girl

Hey, I'm no artist, and all I had to work with was crayons and glitter—and a sad dream. Plus, my captive companion at the time was a seven-year-old girl with a pink bow in her hair.)

Please don't tell me you believe dragons eat pretty girls for breakfast.

The man on the ceiling casts shadows of flesh, and sometimes the shadows take on lives of their own.

Promise me you'll never stop dreaming.

His voice is deep and gravelly. I once heard one of the girls say that he had the voice of a sex god, but because I've never really heard what a sex god sounds like, I can't verify that.

I don't say anything and he casually leans against my desk, picking up the novel that's sitting there. "It's bullshit," he tells me, flicking through it. "There's no such thing as Atticus Finch." I shrug. "It'd be nice if there was, though.

About my first memory, sitting on the shoulders of a giant who I know can only be my father. Of touching the sky. Of lying between two people who read me stories of wild things and journeys with dragons, the soft hum of their voices speaking of love and serenity. See, I remember love.

You know something,Jacob, I'd hate to be as smart as Jonh. I mean he was really, really smart, and to be that smart means you know all the answers, and when you know all the answers there's no room for dreaming.

Stories , he thought. All they created was a yearning for faraway places.

He held up the ring and the light from the rising sun caught the stone and Froi thought he had never seen anything so beautiful. It was the ring that had given him a life he could never have imagined. It was all things magnificent about Lumatere.

She told him that from this angle the treetops looked like cauliflower and she had once heard them beckon her to jump, promising her that if she did, they'd bounce her back in the air again. Some days, like today, he was petrified she'd listen to them.

I wonder if he sees the blood of someone who cut themselves while carving out their soul. Or if he's imagining what he'd write if he had a knife in his hand

We could look at the side of wonder.

Since when do you look at the side of wonder?" "I'm trying very hard. It's irritating me, but I'm not giving up. I try to think of a wondrous thought every day when I wake, if you'd really like to know." "Yes, it's very annoying, but slightly contagious.

His voice is deep and gravelly. I once heard one of the girls say that he had the voice of a sex god, but because I've never really heard what a sex god sounds like, I can't verify that.

Webb read fantasy; Jude read realism

It's not that I miss my mother. It's just that I miss the idea of what one would be.

She pointed above the little king's crib where a cutout piece of parchment hung from the ceiling. Froi's eyes followed her finger across the ceiling to the wall, where the light from the moon made a shape of a rabbit.

to be smart means you know all the answers and when you know all the answers there's no room for dreaming...There's nothing to look forward to anymore if you don't have dreams...Because dreams are goals...and it's not going to happen today or tomorrow it's going to happen in years and ut's something to look forward to.

I'd read fantasy if they had simple names like Jane and Bob from Wagga,' I say. 'Why does it have to be Tehrana and Bihaad from the World of Sceehina?

To be that smart means you know all the answers and when you know all the answers there's no room for dreaming