Quotes About Imagination

There is something deeply satisfying in shaping something with your hands. Proper artificing is like a song made solid. It is an act of creation.

He laid a hand on my shoulder. "Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating." He lifted his hands high above his head as if stretching for the sky. "But there are other ways to understanding!" he shouted, laughing like a child. He threw both arms to the cloudless arch of sky above us, still laughing. "Look!" he shouted tilting his head back. "Blue! Blue! Blue!

It´s one thing to enjoy a story, but it´s quite another to take it for the truth.

All stories are true,' Skarpi said, 'But this one really happened, if that's what you mean.' He took another slow drink, then smiled again, his bright eyes dancing. 'More or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.

But instead, she simply walked through the walls. She didn't know any better. Nobody had ever told her she couldn't. Because of this, she moved through the city like some faerie creature. She walked roads no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange and free.

Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played, but at the end he said he saw them, green and red and gold.

no podía saber esa verdad que resultaba tan obvia a todos los que habían nacido y habían crecido en aquel pueblecito: las historias se contaban allí, pero sucedían en algún otro sitio.

She didn't know any better. Nobody had ever told her that she couldn't. Because of this, she moved through the city like some faerie creature. She walked roads no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange and free.

Where do you think stories come from, E'lir Kvothe? Every tale has deep roots somewhere in the world.

Y la forma en que sujetaba el arpa entre sus piernas me hizo pensar en... bueno, en las cosas en que piensan continuamente los muchachos de quince años.

Solange wir Kinder sind, denken wir nur selten an die Zukunft. Diese Unschuld ermöglicht es uns, uns zu vergnügen, wie nur wenige Erwachsene das können. Der Tag, an dem wir beginnen, uns Gedanken über die Zukunft zu machen, ist der Tag, an dem wir unsere Kindheit hinter uns lassen.

Aquella noche se me ocurrieron diez mil cosas que habría podido decirle.

She knew the cave wasn't very deep. But everything seems bigger in the dark.

THE ROAR OF THE draccus was like a trumpet, if you can imagine a trumpet big as a house, and made of stone, and thunder, and molten lead. I

A poet! I should have known you for a poet by how your body moved.

That's why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.

I'll admit, I was disappointed to learn that dragons didn't exist. That's a hard lesson for a boy to learn.

How could I even begin? I would have more luck trying to steal the moon.

Never fool yourself into perceiving things that don't exist. It

Seriously, it's like you stepped out of a storybook.

Es música mágica? -preguntó con los ojos como platos. Volví a reír. -Hay gente que lo cree.

Clean, quick, and easy as lying. We know how it ends practically before it starts. That's why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.

Ten times ten thousand books. More than that. More books than you could ever read." Abenthy's voice grew vaguely wistful. More books than I could read? Somehow I doubted that.

One story even mentioned rainbows. Who would write that? Why make a child terrified of rainbows?