Quotes About Imagination

I know who you are in your heart,' Andres said. 'That's all that matters.' And that was it. That was the moment. Now I knew how I would feel if I ever lost him. That was how you knew love. My mother had told me that. All you had to do was imagine your life without the other person, and if the thought alone made you shiver, then you knew.

Writing itself was a magical act in which imagination altered reality and gave form to power.

They weren't true stories; they were better than that.

What you dream, you can grow. Someone told me that, but I didn't believe it. I said I had nothing and that people with nothing are unable to dream. But I was wrong.

Some stories begin at the beginning and others begin at the end, but all the best stories begin in a library.

As I turned the pages, I felt as if there were bees on my fingertips, for I had never felt so alive as when reading.

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.

Her one salvation was the novels she read. On nights when she thought it might be better not to be alive without Levi in the world, she opened a book and was therefore saved, discovering that a novel was as great an escape as any spell.

Sometimes I think we can learn everything we need to know about the world when we read fairy tales. Be careful, be fearless, be honest, leave a trail of crumbs to lead you home again.

The voice that arises out of the silence is something no one can imagine until it is heard. It roars when it speaks, it lies to you and convinces you, it steals from you and leaves you without a single word of comfort.

she opened a book and was therefore saved, discovering that a novel was as great an escape as any spell.

Don't make me sit through reality.

Books may well be the only true magic

I knew I must do all as I was told, yet something burned inside me, a seed of defiance that must have derived from a long-ago ancestor. Perhaps my mind was inflamed from the books I had read and the worlds I had imagined.

Words were everything, stories were more powerful than any weapon, books changed lives.

They believed all books should be read, for as long as the reader liked.

Do people choose the art that inspires them — do they think it over, decide they might prefer the fabulous to the real? For me, it was those early readings of fairy tales that made me who I was as a reader and, later on, as a storyteller.

If you believed in something strongly and give it enough credence, it could appear right in front of you. Though it had been created in your mind, it would claim a presence in the real world, a monster at your door, a demon pulling at your coat sleeve.

There is the outside of a story, and there is the inside of a story, he told me as we sat in his library one afternoon. One is the fruit and may be delicious, but the other is the seed.

If she wanted to enter an otherworld, all she had to do was open a novel.

One thing I've learned is that strange things do happen. They happen all the time. Today, for instance, my best friend Jill's cat spoke. We were making brownies in the kitchen when we heard it say, 'Let me out.

What you are able to dream you are able to grow, she says to me. If you don't believe in it, it can never happen.

Love wasn't rational; there was no proof that it even existed outside of people's imaginings.

There's a very thin line that separates readers and writers. You make a leap over that line when there's a book you want to read and you can't find it and you have to write it yourself.