#magi

Writing is hard. Not as hard as not writing. Not writing is torturous, bloody, chaotic and a gruesome winless battle. A writer who writes, knows peace, lives connected to truth. Not writing is ache, betrayal, death of the soul and imagination. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#betrayal #death #imagination #jamie-weise #love

He thought there was no hope for him. Me? I can't imagine a world without hope. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#imagination

I am very frustrated by fear of imagination, I don’t think that’s healthy. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#frustration #imagination #imagination

When the subject of kids first came up years ago, I'd joked that the only thing I could imagine worse than me as a mother was Clay as a father. I couldn't have been more wrong. Clay was an amazing parents. The guy who couldn't spare a few minutes to hear a mutt's side of the story could listen to his kids talk all day. The guy who couldn't sit still through a brief council meeting could spend hours building Lego castles with his kids. The guy who solved problems with his fists never even raised his voice to his children. And if sometimes Clay was a little too indulgent, a little too slow to discipline, preferring to leave that to me, I was okay with it. He supported and enforced my decisions and we presented a unified front to our children, and that was all that mattered. ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#elena-michaels #imagination

Alas, everything that men say to one another is alike; the ideas they exchange are almost always the same, in their conversation. But inside all those isolated machines, what hidden recesses, what secret compartments! It is an entire world that each one carries within him, an unknown world that is born and dies in silence! What solitudes all these human bodies are! ↗

— Alfred de Musset

#imagination #mankind #imagination

My survival was up to me. I had nothing and I had no one. What I did have, I told myself, was my mind, my imagination, my memory, my feelings, my spirit. These were important and powerful things. ↗

— John Marsden

#imagination #memory #mind #power #spirit

Forbidden fruit is always very intriguing...though never as tasty as one imagined it would be. ↗

— Claudy Conn

#tasty #imagination

Well, sir, do you mean to remain there, commending my father’s taste in wine, or do you mean to accompany me to Ashtead?” “Set off for Ashtead at this hour, when I have been traveling for two days?” said Sir Horace. “Now, do, my boy, have a little common sense! Why should I?” “I imagine that your parental feeling, sir, must provide you with the answer! If it does not, so be it! I am leaving immediately!” “What do you mean to do when you reach Lacy Manor?” asked Sir Horace, regarding him in some amusement. “Wring Sophy’s neck!” said Mr. Rivenhall savagely. “Well, you don’t need my help for that, my dear boy!” said Sir Horace, settling himself more comfortably in his chair. ↗

— Georgette Heyer

#daughter #father #parental-love #imagination

I'll make my report as if I told a story, for I was taught as a child on my homeworld that Truth is a matter of the imagination. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#science-fiction #imagination

I think that the most necessary quality for any person to have is imagination. It makes people able to put themselves in other people's places. It makes them kind and sympathetic and understanding. ↗

— Jean Webster

#imagination