Quotes About Imagination

I never understand," he said, shaking his head, "why anyone would go through the trouble of making up new people in this world when there's already billions of the buggers I don't give a shit about.

whenever reality, or the grimmer side of reality, threatened to invade, she always turned to a book. Books had been her solace when she was sad, her friends when she was lonely. They had mended her heart when it was broken, and encouraged her to hope when she was down.

from Jenny Colgan Reading

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I want to be with books, have them all around me.

Poetry is good for people who are in strange lands," said Marek. "Yes

Marbled endpapers, Mr. McCredie observed, meant nothing to children. But they meant a lot to those who loved color and beauty and stories that would never end.

Porque um dia com leitura é sempre um pouquinho melhor do que um dia sem leitura, e eu desejo a você uma infinidade de dias maravilhosos.

read. Because every day with a book is slightly better than one without, and I wish you nothing but the happiest of days.

Because every day with a book is slightly better than one without, and I wish you nothing but the happiest of days.

Because every day with a book is slightly better than one without, and I wish you nothing but the happiest of days. Now

Books were the best way Nina knew – apart from, sometimes, music – to breach the barrier; to connect the internal universe with the external, the words acting merely as a conduit between the two worlds.

Anything that spreads books and brings about more books, I would say it is good. Good medicine, not bad.

I never understand," he said, shaking his head, "why anyone would go to the trouble of making up new people in this world when there's already billions of the buggers I don't give a shit about.

For a long time the old man and this young man sit there side by side at the desk, watching and listening as these three musicians use the black and white keys to tell stories that have nothing at all to do with keys' colors.

You'd rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.

And no matter what you do or how hard you try, you can't stop yourself from dreaming.

I'm always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taking.

It's fun to think of the what-if. Scary, but fun. It's like, I thought this door was closed before, but here it is open just the tiniest crack. What if?

When I used to picture forever, it was always with the same boy. In my dreams, my future was set. A sure thing. This isn't the way I'd pictured it. … The future is unclear. But it's still mine.

Wait, I thought I was your dream guy,' Peter says. Not to me, to Kitty. He knows he's not my dream guy. My dream guy is Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables . Handsome, loyal, smart in school.

Oh, I used to lie all the time as a kid." I didn't think of it as lying, though. I thought of it as playing make-believe. I told Kitty she was adopted and her real family was in a traveling circus. It's why she took up gymnastics.

And for a second, just for a second I forget. I forget that this isn't real.

So what would you have asked for if you won?" He doesn't hesitate even one beat. "Your peanut butter chocolate cake with my name written in Reese's Pieces.