Quotes About Imagination

If it had grown up, 'she said to herself, 'it would have made a dreadfully ugly child: but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.' And she began thinking over other children she knew, who might do very well as pigs, and was just saying to herself, 'if one only know the right way to change them -

And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.

First, she dreamed of little Alice herself, and once again the tiny hands were clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes were looking up into hers--she could hear the very tones of her voice, and see that queer little toss of her head to keep back the wandering hair that would always get into her eyes--and still as she listened, or seemed to listen, the whole place around her became alive the strange creatures of her little sister's dream.

she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs.

Alice had not the slightest idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but she thought they were nice grand words to say.)

And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.

for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.

What! Never heard of uglifying!' it exclaimed. 'You know what to beautify is, I suppose?' 'Yes,' said Alice doubtfully: 'it means — to — make — anything — prettier.' 'Well, then,' the Gryphon went on, 'if you don't know what to uglify is, you are a simpleton.

not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly through

I look for butterflies That sleep among the wheat: I make them into mutton-pies, And sell them in the street. I sell them unto men." ; "But I was thinking of a way To feed oneself on batter, And so go on from day to day Getting a little fatter." ; "In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream— Lingering in the golden gleam— Life, what is it but a dream?

You may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar.

Look on the branch above your head,' said the Gnat, 'and there you'll find a snap-dragon-fly. Its body is made of plum-pudding, its wings of holly-leaves, and its head is a raisin burning in brandy.

except a tiny golden key

Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good

for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, 'in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.

Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes: A thing, as the Bellman remarked, That frequently happens in tropical climes, When a vessel is, so to speak, snarked.

I think I could, if I only know how to begin." For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.

CHAPTER 1. Down the Rabbit-Hole CHAPTER 2. The Pool of Tears CHAPTER 3. A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale CHAPTER 4. The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill CHAPTER 5. Advice from a Caterpillar CHAPTER 6. Pig and Pepper CHAPTER 7. A Mad Tea-Party CHAPTER 8. The Queen's Croquet-Ground CHAPTER 9. The Mock Turtle's Story CHAPTER 10. The Lobster-Quadrille CHAPTER 11. Who Stole the Tarts? CHAPTER 12. Alice's Evidence ABOUT THE AUTHOR

and what is the use of a book," thought Alice "without pictures or conversations?

Only I do hope it's my dream, and not the Red King's! I don't like belonging to another person's dream

generally happens when one eats cake; but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

It's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. We're all mad here!

First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she