Quotes About Imagination

I still like to live in a whimsical world that seems more romantic and fantasy-related because real life seems so hard

I live in the realm of romantic possibility.

I looked upon myself, in a sort of romantic and silly way, as like a laboratory.

Writers feel like a middleman, standing with pen in hand over the page. A force greater than me stands above telling me what to write. That may sound romantic, but that's how it feels.

Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person.

Consider what a romantic expedition you are on; take notes.

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.

She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .

Romantic art is the fuel and the spark plug of a Man's soul. It's task is to set a soul on fire and never let it go out.

Who do readers expect to see when they pick up this book? Who has won the Most Troubled Romantic Lead at the BookWorld Awards seventy-seven times in a row? Me. All me.

Romantic comedies are there to give us dreams and butterflies, but what we can create in our own lives could be not only better but real.

Oh, a grenade. But where is the bamboo bazooka?

Everyone creates what he fears.

I had this vision of the two of us holding hands or getting into some light petting behind shower curtains or up in the fencing aisle or some shit.

He'd fantasized about her too? "You don't have to fantasize anymore, " she murmured...

The aspect of kind of living in your imagination and creating a more romantic vision of the world than the reality that you're given - that's definitely something I can sort of relate to.

Could I imagine being a piano? That'd be awesome. I'd throw a D-minor at you to make you sad, then an F-major to make you happy!

Whenever I'm sad I just imagine if babies were born with mustaches.

Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people-- people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.

Being Doctor Who, I used to look at the clock and know at half past four we were going to stop rehearsing - and that was a sad moment for me because I wanted to stay in this beautiful, unreal world.

Imagination at wit's end spreads its sad wings.

Get lost in what might be, and you'll lose your will.

Don't go chasing after daydreams when the reality is much more suitable and willing.

Was this the bright vastness the poet Bash? saw when he wrote of the Milky Way arched over a stormy sea?