#nat

My love is my soul's imagination... how do I love you... imagine. ↗

— Saul Williams

#spoken-word #untainted-love #imagination

I'd stay there, or not, and I'd eat, or not, and I'd drink, or not, and go home, or not, and what I did or didn't do wouldn't matter to anyone at all. And I walked for most of the day. Do people get sad on holiday sometimes? I can imagine they do, having all that time to think. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#imagination

We all want to be stars. The idea of being revered and envied must be encoded somewhere deep in our DNA. So must the desire to revere and envy others we imagine to be better, more accepted, and more popular than we are. The only problem is that the most necessary qualities required to be a celebrity -- self-absorption, egomania, shamelessness -- are the least attractive in a friend. ↗

— Tonya Hurley

#imagination

The most wonderful and the strongest things in the world, you know, are just the things which no one can see. ↗

— Charles Kingsley

#imagination #inspirational #spiritual #wisdom #imagination

This morning, Tegus welcomed me again with an arm clasp and cheek touch. I wasn't startled this time, and I breathed in at his neck. How can I describe the scent of his skin? He smells something like cinnamon-- brown and dry and sweet and warm. Ancestors, is it wrong for me to imagine laying my head on his chest and closing my eyes and breathing in his smell? ↗

— Shannon Hale

#smell #imagination

Books allow you to take flight, unlike the chicken wings I stapled to my back before eating them. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#chicken #eating #flight #food #imagination

The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#possibility #imagination

I could turn on my side, and she might turn on her side, too. And then we could kiss. But what's the point of kissing her now, anyway? It won't go anywhere. We are both staring at the cloudles sky. “Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will,” she says. ↗

— John Green

#margo #quentin #thoughts #imagination

I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if I never see that leaf of grass again.' ↗

— John Green

#paper-towns #imagination

The Babar the Elephant book is sitting in front of me. I pick it up and start reading it. I remember reading it as a small Boy and enjoying it and imagining that I was friends with Babar, his constant Companion during all of his adventures. He went to the moon, I went with him. He fought Tomb Raiders in Egypt, I fought alongside him. He rescued his elephant girlfriend from Ivory Hunters on the Savanna, I coordinated the getaway. I loved that goddamn Elephant and I loved being his friend. In a childhood full of unhappiness and rage, Babar is one of the few pleasant memories that I have. Me and Babar, kicking some motherfucking ass. ↗

— James Frey

#childhood #elephants #reading #imagination