Quotes About Imagination

We quote from books. Movies are made from books. Musicals are made from books. Much of our religion and spiritual belief comes from books. Books can help us understand who we are and why we do what we do and think what we think. Books teach us about life and humanity. Sometimes books can remind us we can overcome all that life throws at us. Books entertain us, and I cannot imagine a life without books.

Like everyone else in the house, she suffers from dreams.

Why did the reindeer fly over the mountain? Answer: Because he couldn't fly under it.

I deeply adored my mum. She was an extraordinary person, even for the prejudice I'm likely to have. She was beautiful, amusing, a tremendous elaborator of things into comic proportions and extravagant in her imagination.

Books and movies are portals through which we escape from sour reality. They enable us to change our names, our history, our faces and our tomorrows, at least for a few hours. Most people don't realize they are traveling on magic carpets.

Who lives in fantasy more, I wondered, Ronnie or me? No one's to blame for it. In fact, we should be grateful. That's what the highest species can do: imagine. Without it, we'd have only rain when it rained and not a romantic walk in the rain without feeling a drop. We'd be overwhelmed by age and never believe anyone envied us. We'd be at the mercy of facts.

The colour red doesn't actually exist,' she said. 'It only exists as an idea in your head. Always remember that. You create it yourself when your imagination meets the light.

Every poet — every storyteller — requires motivation.

Things that go bump in the brain.

They're coming ! All of us waiting for the little green men to probe us or decimate us or turn us into shrubbery.

Nations slaughter each other for family quarrels, cutting each other's throats in the name of the Ruler of the Universe, knavish and greedy priests working on their imagination by means of their love of the marvellous and their fears.

And so, with all the athleticism of a student who spends most of his time reading and enchanting, I tried to jump

I shot Jin a look. I don't know what kind of look it was. I'm not sure there's a word for a combination of shock, horror, and admiration occurring all at once. I'm going with shorrorulation. If they can make up words, so can I.

Is there someone just giving out legendary magical swords to children? Because I'm fairly certain I recognize all three of those.

A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we're married to him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him. And that's why we always remember that first rapturous night when he was a stranger, and why this rapture returns only when he's dead.

Boredom is the only real tragedy for a writer; everything else is material.

I look at you, and you're young. You'll always be that way for me. But not for anyone else. Arthur, people who meet you now will never be able to imagine you young.

I am sure we both loved a different man. Because a lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we've married him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled in by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him.

It takes too much imagination to see the sorrows of people we take for happy. Their real battles take place, like those of the stars, in some realm of light imperceptible to the human eye. It is a feat of the mind to guess another's heart.

When you were a little girl, Madam.....was this the woman you dreamed of becoming?

Because, in an empty bedroom with creaky old wood floors, it is a natural human response to just stand there and shift your weight from foot to foot, and think about sex.

Of course, Andrzej never managed to leave Iowa, but the idea was good and romantic. That's what all Polish boys like when they are seventeen years old: Romantic ideas and somewhere to go.

I suppose the things that transform your life don't appear as you fancifully imagine they will.

A world between my fingers.