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#imagination

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #imagination




Use your imagination not to scare yourself to death but to inspire yourself to live.


Adele Brookman


#inspire #death

I fix the cramped, lined pages with my curious stare. How do you come to exist?


Kiera Woodhull


#imagination #insomnia #writer #writing #dreams

The cord, a familiar voice said. Remember your lifeline, dummy! Suddenly there was a tug in my lower back. The current pulled at me, but it wasn't carrying me away anymore. I imagined the string in my back keeping me tied to the shore. "Hold on, Seaweed Brain." It was Annabeth's voice, much clearer now. "You're not getting away from me that easily." The cord strengthened. I could see Annabeth now- standing barefoot above me on the canoe lake pier. I'd fallen out of my canoe. That was it. She was reaching out her hand to haul me up, and she was trying not to laugh. She wore her orange camp T-shirt and jeans. Her hair was tucked up in her Yankees cap, which was strange because that should have made her invisible. "You are such an idiot sometimes." She smiled. "Come on. Take my hand." Memories came flooding back to me- sharper and more colorful. I stopped dissolving. My name was Percy Jackson. I reached up and took Annabeth's hand.


Rick Riordan


#percy-jackson #imagination

Having a Vision is not enough. It must be combined with imagination, determination, faith, hope and passion. It is not enough to just stare up at the stars...we must become the stars that the stars shine down on.


Victoria June


#dreams #faith #hope #imagination #passion

A daily dose of daydreaming heals the heart, soothes the soul, and strengthens the imagination.


Richelle E. Goodrich


#healing #heart #imaginary-friend #imagination #inspirational

You didn’t answer my question. I asked you about being in love. You said what it was like when your wife went away.” Martin sat down again. How young she is. When we were that young we invented the world, no one could tell us a thing. Julia stood with her hands clenched, as though she wanted to pound an answer out of him. “Being in love is…anxious,” he said. “Wanting to please, worrying that she will see me as I really am. But wanting to be known. That is…you’re naked, moaning in the dark, no dignity at all…I wanted her to see me and to love me even though she knew everything I am, and I knew her. Now she’s gone, and my knowledge is incomplete. So all day I imagine what she is doing, what she says and who she talks to, how she looks. I try to supply the missing hours, and it gets harder as they pile up, all the time she’s been gone. I have to imagine. I don’t know, really. I don’t know any more.


Audrey Niffenegger


#imagination

Employing your imagination is the first step to the fulfillment of any dream.


Richelle E. Goodrich


#aspirations #dreams #goals #hopes #imagination

Our dreams prove that to imagine - to dream about things that have not happened - is among mankind's deepest needs.


Milan Kundera


#imagination #dreams

The seed of an urban legend find fertile soil at the corner of tragedy and imagination.


Thomm Quackenbush


#tragedy #urban-legend #urban-legends #dreams

Miles had sworn his officer's oath to the Emperor less than two weeks ago, puffed with pride at his achievement. In his secret mind he had imagined himself keeping that oath through blazing battle, enemy torture, what-have-you, even while sharing cynical cracks afterwards with Ivan about archaic dress swords and the sort of people who insisted on wearing them. But in the dark of subtler temptations, those that hurt without heroism for consolation, he foresaw, the Emperor would no longer be the symbol of Barrayar in his heart. Peace to you, small lady, he thought to Raina. You've won a twisted poor modern knight, to wear your favor on his sleeve. But it's a twisted poor world we were both born into, that rejects us without mercy and ejects us without consultation. At least I won't just tilt at windmills for you. I'll send in sappers to mine the twirling suckers, and blast them into the sky.... He knew who he served now. And why he could not quit. And why he must not fail.


Lois McMaster Bujold


#mourning #imagination






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