Quotes About Imagination

To understand creativity is to conquer the boundaries of time and space.

Up there in the sky. Don't you see him? No, not the moon. The Man in the Moon. He wasn't always a man. Nor was he always on the moon. He was once a child. Like you. Until a battle, a shooting star, and a lost balloon led him on a quest. Meet the very first Guardian of Childhood. MiM, the Man in the Moon.

I used the excess dirt to make a few more continents. Australia is my best work, I think," -Bunnymund

Nightlight, who never slept and never dreamed, would keep nightmares, both imagined and real, away.

THE GUARDIANS: BOOK ONE Nicholas St. North and the Battle of the Nightmare King THE GUARDIANS: BOOK TWO E. Aster Bunnymund and the Warrior Eggs at the Earth's Core! THE GUARDIANS: BOOK THREE Toothiana, Queen of the Tooth Fairy Armies

Entender con la imaginación -solía decir Ombric- es conquistar los límites del tiempo y del espacio.

Whether divine or human, it is precisely the imagination that fashions and recognizes the universe as meaningful, abiding, and valuable, that is to say, as real.

From a manhole in the middle of State Street steam rose and vanished. Francis imagined the subterranean element at the source of this: a huge human head with pipes screwed into its ears, steam rising from a festering skull wound.

Oye, todo es verdad — replicó Francis —. Todo cuanto te pasa por la imaginación, aunque apeste a chorrada, es verdad.

All gardening is landscape painting.

But I believe if you tell a story, it's like sending a nightingale into the air with the hope that its song will never be forgotten.

It seems to me that when you look back at a life, yours or another's, what you see is a path that weaves into and out of deep shadow. So much is lost. What we use to construct the past is what has remained in the open, a hodgepodge of fleeting glimpses. our histories, like my father's current body, are structures built of toothpicks. So what I recall is a construct both of what stands in the light and what I imagine in the dark where I cannot see.

It made me think that no matter how big we grew or how old, there was always a child in us somewhere.

Our eyes perceive so dimly, and our brains are so easily confused. Far better, I believe, to be like children and open ourselves to every beautiful possibility, for there is nothing our hearts can imagine that is not so.

the awful you knew was easier to handle than the awful you imagined.

But somewhere in the vault of our hearts, in a place our brains can't or won't touch, the worst is stored, and the only sure key to it is in our dreams.

So, among the many pieces of wisdom life has offered me over all these years is this: Open yourself to every possibility, for there is nothing your heart can imagine that is not so.

Closing her eyes, she began to let herself dream. Not sleep dreaming, but dreaming of how her life might be. It was a thing she didn't often do. In her experience, good things came with great difficulty and were too easily snatched away. She'd longo ago learned to accept what she had at any given moment and try to be happy with only that. She could think about the furniture, plan even, but not expect. It was the expectation that was the trap.

But in these woods it's best to believe in all possibilities. There's more in these woods than a man can ever hope to understand.

Although I'd had no trouble looking at the casket the day before, on that Saturday I did my best to keep my eyes averted. I stared instead at the stained-glass window behind the altar and imagined shooting the panes out with a slingshot.

I sat on the steps of my father's church thinking how much I loved the dark. The taste of what it offered sweet on the tongue of my imagination. The delicious burn of trespass on my conscience. I was a sinner. I knew that without a doubt. But I was not alone. And the night was the accomplice of us all.

I loved the dark. The taste of what it offered sweet on the tongue of my imagination. The de licious burn of trespass on my conscience. I was a sinner. I knew that without a doubt. But I was not alone. And the night was the accomplice of us all.

Sam Winter Moon had cautioned him long ago that it was best to believe in all possibilities, that there were more mysteries in the world than a man could ever hope to understand. 13

Which turned out to be a thing I couldn't do. Not because imagination failed me, but because I was afraid to dream in that way. In my whole life, I could recall no dream ever coming true.