Quotes About Imagination

Wherever you go, the most of life will have to happen in your mind.

Those who want to hear the voice of pagan gods in wind and thunder, who want to see fairies dance in the moonlight, who can believe that faith can move mountains, can follow the thread on the pages of this book. It is a fragile thread; it cannot bear the weight of facts and dates.

It was essential that someone, somewhere, even if it was only the fairy folk, should know that the human race had produced more than wars, catastrophes, and ultimately its own slow and painful self-destruction. It had produced things of exquisite and lasting beauty as well.

Someone once told me a memory is just another draft of a story.

From here there is never not a day without Master's shadow across my life—a solid bar, a locked turnstile that brings me up short, trapped on the other side of where I thought I was going, the place I once imagined I would be.

What in the world would we do without our libraries?

I shall try to tell the truth, but the result will be fiction.

A story is like something you wind out of yourself. Like a spider, it is a web you weave, and you love your story like a child.

We are trying to communicate that which lies in our deepest heart, which has no words, which can only be hinted at through the means of a story. And somehow, miraculously, a story that comes from deep in my heart calls from a reader that which is deepest in his or her heart, and together from our secret hidden selves we create a story that neither of us could have told alone.

Leslie named their secret land "Terabithia," and she loaned Jess all of her books about Narnia, so he would know how things went in a magic kingdom—how the animals and the trees must be protected and how a ruler must behave.

Thus, in a real sense, I am constantly writing autobiography, but I have to turn it into fiction in order to give it credibility.

Jess drew the way some people drink whiskey. The peace would start at the top of his muddled brain and seep down through his tired and tensed-up body.

It was a three-dimensional nightmare version of some of his own drawings.

Jess tried going to Terabithia alone, but it was no good. It needed Leslie to make the magic.

Bridge to Terabithia takes us by the hand and leads us into a room that we have never entered before. After we read this story, we cannot unknow what we now know. We are devastated, emotionally rent. But still: we feel held, loved, seen. Someone trusted us enough to tell us the truth; and because of that, the room is golden, brimful of light.

Antes de que ocurra nunca sabes cómo va a ser una cosa realmente.

could be a magic country like Narnia, and the only way you can get in is by swinging across on this enchanted rope.

The basic task of education is the care and feeding of the imagination.

We need a place, just for us. It could be so secret that we would never tell anyone in the whole world about it. It might be a whole secret country, and you and I could be the rulers of it.

Intoxicated as he was with the heavens, he could not imagine needing anything on earth.

The growth of the imagination demands windows-windows through which we can look out at the world and windows through which we can look into ourselves. The old stories were windows in just this way.

Leslie was more than his friend. She was his other, more exciting self - his way to Terabithia and all the worlds beyond.

We are not wise enough, we adults, to know what book will be right for any child at any particular moment, but the richer the book, the more imaginative, the more emotionally true, the more beautiful the language, the better the chance that it will minister to a child's deep, inarticulate fears.

Terabithia was like a castle where you came to be knighted. After you stayed for a while and grew strong you had to move on. For hadn't Leslie, even in Terabithia, tried to push back the walls of his mind and make him see beyond to the shining world - huge and terrible and beautiful and very fragile? (Handle with care - everything - even the predators.)