Quotes About Imagination

A sea of dreams trapped in a span of pressed pages

Think of it: the worlds in this world.

Only those who have never known fear are allowed to think less of others for being afraid. Frankly, I think anyone who has never been afraid of anything in their entire life is either a liar or lacks imagination.

Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated

Pretend I asked, now answer the question...

I tried to picture a young, insecure Edward and couldn't, but it was nice to know that once he'd been a boy. Sometimes it felt like Edward had sprung full grown from the head of some violent deity,like a vicious version of Athena.

A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.

When you spend all your time worrying that the devil is right behind you, eventually you start seeing him whether he's there or not.

Laurell K. Hamilton

It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

My characters surprise me constantly. My characters are like my friends - I can give them advice, but they don't have to take it. If your characters are real, then they surprise you, just like real people.

Lucy hafifçe güldü. Zavall? çocuk, san?r?m sen elbiseni ç?kard???nda ikinci dereceden bir yan?k sahibi oldu. Omuz silktim. Çok fazla ç?plak kad?n görmemiÅŸ olmal?. Gülümseyerek ba??n? olumsuzca sallad?. Ben perilerle beraber çal??t?m, hatta ziyarete gelen birkaç sidheyle bile ve içlerinde alçak gönüllü olan bir tek sen vars?n. sy.52

Do werewolves dream of shapeshifted sheep?

Allora pensa a qualcos'altro, qualcosa di meglio.» «Pensieri felici», suggerì Nathaniel. Gli scoccai un'occhiata. «Ti sembro forse Peter Pan?» «Sì, cioè, no. Però fai pensieri felici», insisté Nathaniel.

Some things worked far better in imagination than reality. In imagination, she was intrepid and resourceful; in reality she wished she were home, wrapped in a quilt.

Imagination was all very well in the daylight, but it was an uncomfortable thing late at night.

Art happens when a person of talent is seized with nervous energy and discovers that he or she has nothing to do except create.

Writing, when properly managed, (as you may be sure I think mine is) is but a different name for conversation. As no one, who knows what he is about in good company, would venture to talk all, so no author, who understands the just boundaries of decorum and good breeding, would presume to think all. The truest respect which you can pay to the reader's understanding, is to halve this matter amicably, and leave him something to imagine, in his turn, as well as yourself.

Great wits jump

Melek de deÄŸiliz; keÅŸke olsak, ama insanlara birer beden giydirilmiÅŸtir, ve bizleri hayal güçlerimiz yönetir - ne ÅŸenlikli bir ÅŸölen. ... Gözler daha zarif bir okÅŸama saÄŸlar ve düÅŸ gücümüz üzerinde sözler kadar kolay ifadelendirilemeyen bir ÅŸeyler b?rak?r,-ya da,-bazen,var olan? da yok ederler.

Benim türümdeki yazarlar?n ressamlarla paylaÅŸt?klar? ortak bir ilke vard?r. -Asl?na tümüyle sad?k kalarak kopyalamak resimlerimizin yeterince çarp?c? olmalar?n? engellediÄŸinde, bizler ehven-i ÅŸeri (kötünün iyisini) seçer ve güzelliÄŸi ihlal etmektense hakikat? tahrif etmeyi (deÄŸiÅŸtirmeyi) yeÄŸleriz.

Kendi pay?ma, i?e yeni ba?lam?? biri olarak, bu konuda pek bir ?ey bilmiyorum - ama kan?mca, kitap yazmak, herkes ne derse desin, bir ?ark? m?r?ldanmaya benzer-bir kere ahengi tutturun yeter.

I feel that weaving is a precise metaphor for the way in which life is made," she said. "By which I mean individually constructed. Any strand can be woven in at the dictation of the imagination. I think of the philosophy of history as a loom of that sort. It is, isn't it?

My thoughts amuse me.