Quotes About Imagination

Bars over the door, but not the window, and the roof looked

could smell it. I

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming -- weren't our dreams what gave us strength, hope, and desire?

When in the world did anyone die from a dream?

To believe in dreams is to spend half your life asleep.

And it confused me to think that the cloven-footed ones could have so many marvelous creations.

I imagined my first night alone in bed with my stranger. I conjured our future years together unhampered by worries about money or officialdom. We would enjoy the day, the night, a smile, a word, a kiss, a glance. All lovely thoughts. All pointless dreams.

How can the moon be scooped from the water's surface, or flowers be plucked from the void?

Più a lungo dura la notte, più i sogni si fanno capricciosi.

Fantasizing about an Italian hottie was far better than my normal dreams.

Okay, try this on for size, Tall, Dark and Handsome. I won't be born for almost seven hundred hundred years. How's that strike you?

I don't believe in regret. If you regret things about your life, then I'll bet that you're not paying attention. Regret is just imagining that you know what would have happened if you took that job in California or married your high school sweetheart or just looked one more time before you stepped out into the street...or didn't. But you don't know; you can't possibly know.

Eloise thought that justice was a funny thing. It was a big idea, a romantic one. It was imagined like a satisfying end to a story.

Did that ever happen to you? Do you have dreams that you are not in, in which you are only the observer. It's probably just me.

Dreams come true, I guess, just not always how you imagine them.

Story is story, Stella said. It's a portal you walk through into another world. And this world—which usually sucks—just disappears.

The rich and vivid imagining that served her so well on the page was torture in her real life sometimes, if she let her thoughts sweep her away.

Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

One of the best things you can relate to is a detailed story.

The inaugural morning at Merston High was officially over. It was no longer a mysterious place in Melody's imagination, filled with endless possibilities and hooks on which to hang hopes for a better tomorrow. It was completely - boringly - normal. Like meeting an online crush after months of e-flirting, the reality didn't live up to the fantasy. It was dull, predictable, and way more attractive in the photos.

Inspiration is all around us. Don't let the brain limit the mind .

Miniatures made her feel like she was larger than life, like the world was in the palm of her hand.

This page is is a time machine, a teleporter, a magic wand. With it you can create a world. Give life. Take it away.

Well, the old Autumn didn't know anything about reality. The old Autumn was quite happy living in a childish make-believe world where bad things didn't happen and where you could make up whatever silly story you liked and tell yourself it was true.