Quotes About Imagination

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet,' said Priscilla. Anne glowed. 'I'm so glad you spoke that thought, Priscilla, instead of just thinking it and keeping it to yourself. This world would be a much more interesting place…although it is very interesting, anyhow…if people spoke out their real thoughts.

At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.

I've a pocket full of dreams to sell, said Teddy, whimsically,... What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? A dream of success--a dream of adventure--a dream of the sea--a dream of the woodland--any kind of a dream you want at reasonable prices, including one or two unique little nightmares. What will you give me for a dream?

I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.

I've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is.

I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And your own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.

You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.

You don't know love when you see it. You've tricked something out with your imagination that you think love, and you expect the real thing to look like that.

Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.

It's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?

But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.

I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood.

But Anne with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers, with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years — each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.

But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her.

Dreams don't often come true, do they? Wouldn't it be nice if they did?

Oh, it makes SUCH a difference. It LOOKS so much nicer. When you hear a name pronounced can't you always see it in your mind, just as if it was printed out? I can; and A-n-n looks dreadful, but A-n-n-e looks so much more distinguished. If you'll only call me Anne spelled with an E I shall try to reconcile myself to not being called Cordelia.

Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.

You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.

I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea, said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know.

I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment…

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

It is always safe to dream of spring. For it is sure to come; and if it be not just as we have pictured it, it will be infinitely sweeter.