Having books standing on a shelf in a room is like having completely different worlds at the ready, waiting to be explored.
J.F HermannStichwörter: imagination life books inspiration world home mind creativity living travel magic meditation luxury dimension
It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
Bram StokerStichwörter: imagination dreams dracula bram-stoker
to understand pretending," Ombric was fond of saying, "is to conquer all barriers of time and space.
William JoyceStichwörter: imagination guardians-of-childhood
An artist must have imagination. An artist who does not use his imagination is a mechanic.
Robert HenriStichwörter: imagination artist
I refuse to settle for what you call reality.
Solange nicoleStichwörter: imagination life reality genius rebellion solange
Harness the imagination: Sometimes curbing her, sometimes giving her rein, for she is the whole of happiness. She sets to rights even the understanding. She sinks to tyranny, not satisfied with mere faith, but demanding works. Thus she becomes the mistress of life itself. She does so with pleasure or with pain, according to the nonsense presented. She makes people contented or discontented with themselves. By dangling before some nothing but the specter of their eternal suffering, she becomes the scourge of these fools. To others she shows nothing but fortune and romance, while merrily laughing. Of all this she is capable if not held in check by the wisest of wills.
Baltasar GraciánStichwörter: imagination
Public transit situates us so that we are given license to accept what's right in front of us, but will likely arouse our desire to compare our narrative to someone else's, to give ourselves permission to speculate upon a person's private space, or life, with no fear of recourse or punishment.
Julie WilsonStichwörter: imagination desire cities narrative toronto public-transit
WRITER'S NIGHTMARE"
"I felt a grip on my arm that shook my body, forcefully pulling me toward a tunnel of darkness. The threat of consciousness stole my steady breath. For a moment I believed myself to be under siege; ripped from the sky in mid flight, my wings useless against the monstrous claws shredding my reality. I struggled to remain, to be left alone, aloft. Reaching with wings that through the power of imagination were suddenly feathered arms, I grabbed at the air. My hands clutched at something solid. Wooden. A desk. My head spun as I held the furniture, suffering the illusion of falling.
"I was flying," I gasped, realizing suddenly that it had all been a dream. "My best fantasy ever."
Lifting my head from its resting spot on the writing desk, I worked mentally to secure the fading images, hoping to capture their essence to memory before they faded away forever. Bitterness tainted my heart against the hand that had jerked me into sensibility. Why was I always so callously awakened while doing my best work? Why not let me dream?
Stichwörter: imagination writing dreaming writer nightmare richelle richelle-goodrich writers-nightmare
But to be perfectly frank, this childish idea that the author of a novel has some special insight into the characters in the novel...it's ridiculous. That novel was composed of scratches on a page, dear. The characters inhabiting it have no life outside of those scratches. What happened to them? They all ceased to exist the moment the novel ended.
John GreenStichwörter: imagination art fiction ontology intentional-fallcy
She was always daydreaming. She never wanted to live in the real world; she always seemed to be separated from other children her age. They couldn’t understand her or her imagination. She was always thinking outside of the box, breaking rules, and only following what her heart told her was right.
Shannon A. ThompsonStichwörter: imagination childhood daydreaming follow-your-heart
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