Quotes About Imagination

And if he left off dreaming about you

Are there any lions or tigers about here?' she asked timidly. 'It's only the Red King snoring,' said Tweedledee. 'Come and look at him!' the brothers cried, and they each took one of Alice's hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping. 'Isn't he a LOVELY sight?' said Tweedledum.

Oh, what fun it'll be, when they see me through the glass in here, and can't get at me!

in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality--the grass would be only rustling in the wind, and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds--the rattling teacups would

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.

Perhaps the hardest thing in all literature— at least I have found it so: by no voluntary effort can I accomplish it: I have to take it as it comes— is to write anything original. And perhaps the easiest is, when once an original line has been struck out, to follow it up, and to write any amount more to the same tune.

What is his sorrow?' She asked the Gryphon. And the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, 'It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow, you know'.

Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas—only I don't exactly know what they are!

La imaginación es la única arma en la guerra contra la realidad

No se pueden creer las cosas imposibles! —Será porque no lo has intentado—le dijo la Reina—. Cuando yo tenía tu edad, lo intentaba media hora cada día... A la hora del desayuno a veces ya me había creído seis cosas imposibles.

is the use of a book,' thought Alice 'without pictures or conversation?' So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain

One novel has been all my reading, Our Mutual Friend, one of the cleverest that Dickens has written.

it's only a dream

You'd have to be half mad to dream me up

thought Alice, "without pictures or conversation?" So she was considering, in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing

Nunca te imagines que eres de otra manera distinta de como a los demás les pareces, que lo que fueras o pudieras haber sido no es más distinto de lo que tú habrías sido si a los demás les hubieras parecido distinta.

And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.

He thought he saw a Rattlesnake That questioned him in Greek: He looked again, and found it was The Middle of Next Week. 'The one thing I regret,' he said, 'Is that it cannot speak!

But I don't want to go among mad people, Alice remarked. Oh, you can't help that, said the Cat: we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad. How do you know I'm mad? said Alice. You must be, said the Cat, or you wouldn't have come here." ? Alice in Wonderland

Down the Rabbit-Hole

conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice 'without pictures or conversation?

Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can, And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran: Put cats in the coffee, and mice in the tea— And welcome Queen Alice with thirty-times-three!

Wonderland, though

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: