Quotes About Imagination

Holy crap!" he said. "That's a big dog." "Yes," said Baba. "But a small dragon.

He spoke!" Ivan said, eyes wide. "The dog talked! Oh my god." "An ancient witch you can believe in, but not a talking dragon that looks like a dog?" Chudo-Yudo said, sounding slightly piqued. "Hmph. Young people today have such limited imaginations.

Cookies, a dragon dog, and a sword: what every well-equipped little girl takes on a journey.

Some things were only possible in fairy tales. And not the kind of fairy tales that Baba Yagas featured in; those tended not to have happy endings.

Have you ever met a dragon that couldn't talk?

You know, like Prince Charming. Because you never know, maybe he's an enchanted prince under an evil spell." "Life isn't a fairy tale, you know," Sam said. "Wanna bet?" The teen smirked at him.

Do you want to tell me what you're doing up here in the middle of the woods?" He gazed at her milky white skin, dark hair, and wide eyes. "If you're looking for the seven dwarfs, they live in the next forest over.

The impossible is just the possible you haven't met yet.

We think of kindness as an emotional quality, but it's also an act of imagination, of extending yourself beyond yourself, of feeling what you do not feel innately by invoking it.

After a moment, Callery shrugged. "We'll go in, then, the two of us, with Weeping Myrtle here." He nodded towards the café. "It's Moaning Myrtle," Kincaid corrected, feeling a flicker of surprise at Callery's Harry Potter reference. He didn't seem the fantasy type. And somehow he couldn't imagine that this man had kids.

Good literature is not the sole key to a sustained livable future for all, but it is certainly one of the keys

My niece was very much caught up in the vampire craze for young adults, and she thought having a vampire boyfriend would be a cool thing. What do you do on a first date? The more I thought about it, the more fun I had imagining what you'd serve a vampire for dinner.

How much there is in art that is beautiful, if only one can remember what one has seen, one is never empty or truly lonely, and never alone. -Vincent Van Gogh

Colour expresses something in itself. -Vincent Van Gogh

How much there is in art that is beautiful, if only one can remember what one has seen, one is never empty or truly lonely, and never alone.

She was not a poet. She was a poem.

we do not have to conform to the way our life has been written for us, especially by those who are less imaginative than ourselves.

How do we set about not imagining something?

I was also searching for a house in which I could live and work and make a world at my own pace, but even in my imagination this home was blurred, undefined, not real, or not realistic, or lacked realism.

at that moment the girl thinks she can see twenty red parrots, wings on fire, fly into the sun, and the boy thinks he can see a rhino poke its horn through the moon

Fiction is a wonderful home for the reach of the mind.

that most of us don't go through with it, but we have at least walked our minds on this forbidden pasture and let them graze there?

She is color, waiting to be mixed; a painting, ready to be brushed into life. She is a moment, waiting to be fixed forever under a shiny varnish.

Sophia will not come. How mad he is to imagine, for a moment, that she might. Why should she risk everything for him? He can offer her nothing, only love.