A writer's mind can never be empty.
Michael AcciarinoStichwörter: imagination creativity
Lead's erasing then vanishing
Banished from whatever it is they're drinking and it's cleaned
Running from the pitcher as if it's her fantasy
Stichwörter: imagination fantasy metaphors dream sobriety drunkenness clean changes banish
Gates got up, but not fast or jerkily, with the same slowness that had always characterized him. He wiped the sweat off his palms by running them lightly down his sides. As though he were going to shake hands with somebody.
He was. He was going to shake hands with death.
He wasn't particularly frightened. Not that he was particularly brave. It was just that he didn't have very much imagination. Rationalizing, he knew that he wasn't going to be alive anymore ten minutes from now. Yet he wasn't used to casting his imagination ten minutes ahead of him, he'd always kept it by him in the present. He couldn't visualize it. So he wasn't as unnerved by it as the average man would have been.
("3 Kills For 1")
Stichwörter: fear imagination death execution death-penalty death-sentence electric-chair corporal-punishment
May you see the world with wonder.
And may you imagine only good things.
Stichwörter: imagination inspiration wonder healing blessing
The eighth gift is Imagination. May it nourish your visions and dreams.
Charlene CostanzoStichwörter: imagination inspiration dreams self-worth blessing character-building
An author is like a jeweller, with words as their gemstones and imagination the precious metals.
Steve K. SmyStichwörter: imagination words author gemstones jeweller precious-metals
An idea weighs nothing, except on the mind.
A.T. BaronStichwörter: imagination inspirational ideas thought-provoking
Fantasy leaves imaginations larger than it finds them.
Brandon MullStichwörter: imagination fantasy fiction creativity
We may see a Creature with forty-nine heads
Who lives in the desolate snow,
And whenever he catches a cold (which he dreads)
He has forty-nine noses to blow.
'We may see the venomous Pink-Spotted Scrunch
Who can chew up a man with one bite.
It likes to eat five of them roasted for lunch
And eighteen for its supper at night.
'We may see a Dragon, and nobody knows
That we won't see a Unicorn there.
We may see a terrible Monster with toes
Growing out of the tufts of his hair.
'We may see the sweet little Biddy-Bright Hen
So playful, so kind and well-bred;
And such beautiful eggs! You just boil them and then
They explode and they blow off your head.
'A Gnu and a Gnocerous surely you'll see
And that gnormous and gnorrible Gnat
Whose sting when it stings you goes in at the knee
And comes out through the top of your hat.
'We may even get lost and be frozen by frost.
We may die in an earthquake or tremor.
Or nastier still, we may even be tossed
On the horns of a furious Dilemma.
'But who cares! Let us go from this horrible hill!
Let us roll! Let us bowl! Let us plunge!
Let's go rolling and bowling and spinning until
We're away from old Spiker and Sponge!
Stichwörter: imagination adventure monsters roald-dahl james-and-the-giant-peach
The interior life is often stupid. Its egoism blinds it and deafens it; its imagination spins out ignorant tales, fascinated. It fancies that the western wind blows on the Self, and leaves fall at the feet of the Self for a reason, and people are watching. A mind risks real ignorance for the sometimes paltry prize of an imagination enriched. The trick of reason is to get the imagination to seize the actual world—if only from time to time.
Annie DillardStichwörter: imagination self interior-life egocentricity
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