#imaginary

Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#constant #constant need #doing #far #feel

The character of instrumental music... lets the emotions radiate and shine in their own character without presuming to display them as real or imaginary representations. ↗

— Franz Liszt

#display #emotions #imaginary #instrumental #lets

I am putting real plums into an imaginary cake. ↗

— Mary McCarthy

#cake #i #i am #imaginary #into

I spent my childhood in an imaginary world - probably because I needed an escape. I think that's one of the reasons people have imaginations - because they can't maintain existence here. ↗

— Rickie Lee Jones

#childhood #escape #existence #here #i

In the final analysis, a drawing simply is no longer a drawing, no matter how self-sufficient its execution may be. It is a symbol, and the more profoundly the imaginary lines of projection meet higher dimensions, the better. ↗

— Paul Klee

#better #dimensions #drawing #execution #final

If I had my life to live over, I would perhaps have more actual troubles but I'd have fewer imaginary ones. ↗

— Don Herold

#fewer #had #i #imaginary #life

Imaginary obstacles are insurmountable. Real ones aren't. ↗

— Barbara Sher

#insurmountable #obstacles #ones #real #real ones

No fiction, no myths, no lies, no tangled webs - this is how Irie imagined her homeland. Because homeland is one of the magical fantasy words like unicorn and soul and infinity that have now passed into language. ↗

— Zadie Smith

#imaginary-things #immigrants #immigration #imagination

He was everything I needed because his entire character had been molded by my deepest wants and desires. He was my rock when I cried, my playmate when I laughed, and my hero when I needed to imagine that one existed for me. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#hero #imaginary-friend #imagination #kindness #love

Where's your dog?" Peter's voice came from within the gushing stream of water. Justin thought he must have misheard. "Pardon?" "Your dog." "Yes?" "Isn't he with you today?" Justin looked at Peter. "Ha bloody ha." Peter stuck his head out of the stream of water, features dripping. He smiled shyly. "I love greyhounds." Justin stared. "My dog is imaginary." "Oh." Peter looked interested. "That's unusual." Justin put his head under the water. When he emerged, Peter was still looking at him. "Less work," Peter offered, cheerily. "If the dog's imaginary, I mean. Not so much grooming, feeding, et cetera. ↗

— Meg Rosoff

#imaginary #love