Quotes About Imagination

To be human is to write, to compose, to create, and to dream. So is to think, to test, and to know why.

Not believing in God is a far more arduous affair than is generally imagined," Eagleton concludes.

Romantics deified the imagination;

Your mama coming back. Just cause you cant sees a person aint mean nothing. They still there. You worry you never gonna find your mama but she gonna come to you. Close your eyes. I bets you see her good.

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Overcooked asparagus dripped off the rim of a platter like clocks in a Dalí painting. And

Storytelling is the most powerful way to put ideas into the world

I drew anything. Everything. Doodles at first. But I had a knack for reproducing what I saw, and soon my paper and pencil — and then later, my paints and charcoals — formed a strong, protective wall around me. They stood between me and everyone else in the world. I liked it that way. I liked being quiet, letting no one know what I thought, or how ferocious those thoughts were.

Our house is quiet, small and plain, and yet its rooms run far and wide. A hundred pencils, swift as rain, writing on sheets of beaten gold would not be quick enough to hold the strange adventures shadows hide...

Your thinking should always be beyond your imagination. The world around you will acknowledge you.

I was born in a town that was straight out of a fairy tale. Many people died there, and when I walked away, I held hands with my other self. To me it seemed like we were the only two people in the world. Neither one of us possessed a real name.

The way we think about our past informs what we think is possible today.

The world is the way it is now because of five thousand years of ingrained structures of power based on darker times when things were much more violent... But we don't have to act that way now. We can think and imagine ourselves differently once we understand what we 've based our ideas on.

Tunde tries to imagine what it'd be like to have one. A power you can't give away or trade. He feels himself yearning for it, repulsed by it. He reads online forums where men say that if all the men in the world had one everything would be back to the way it ought to be. They're angry and afraid. He understands that.

He feels excited. He feels ashamed. He wants to talk to her, but he is afraid. Maybe he imagined it all. Maybe she will call him a bad name if he asks her what happened.

In her game, she didn't need a gun, or space-helmet, or lightsaber. In the game Margot played when she was a child, she was enough all by herself.

Looking forward to this! I think I'd rather enjoy this "world run by men" you've been talking about. Surely a kinder, more caring and—dare I say it?—more sexy world than the one we live in.

You need a window into another world to work out what you think of your own.

Nuestros sueños son más auténticos que nuestro despertar

It's like this essential feature of human beings simply doesn't exist in the full-color magazine world.

Writing is storytelling, and storytelling, after all, is play." Naomi Alderman

Perhaps she did not die," said Halla, "perhaps her nurse turned into a bear and carried her away into the forest. Perhaps she was brought up by bears and dragons. Perhaps it was better for her in the end than being a king's child." "That was never the story," said Modolf. "Forget the story," said Halla.

Forget the story.

He would only shrug and look at me expectantly again, waiting for high magic: magic that came only when you made some larger version of yourself with words and promises, and then stepped inside and somehow grew to fill it.