#nation

Language exists less to record the actual than to liberate the imagination. ↗

— Anthony Burgess

#j-g-ballard #literature #science-fiction #writing #imagination

There are plenty of good reasons for fighting, I said, but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#politics #religion #imagination

But this first clumsy attempt showed her that the imagination itself was a source of secrets: once she had begun a story, no one could be told. Pretending in words was too tentative, too vulnerable, too embarrassing to let anyone know. Even writing out the she saids, the and thens, made her wince, and she felt foolish, appearing to know about the emotions of an imaginary being. Self-exposure was inevitable the moment she described a character's weakness; the reader was bound to speculate that she was describing herself. What other authority could she have? ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#imagination

Creativity sparks originality which then manifests itself into what we call evolution. To depreciate imagination is to depreciate life. ↗

— Alecia Stone

#evolution #philosophy #thought #imagination

To those devoid of imagination a blank place on the map is a useless waste; to others, the most valuable part. ↗

— Aldo Leopold

#nature #wilderness #imagination

All the natural movements of the soul are controlled by laws analogous to those of physical gravity. Grace is the only exception. Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it, and it is grace itself which makes this void. The imagination is continually at work filling up all the fissures through which grace might pass. ↗

— Simone Weil

#life #imagination

Like most girls, her imagination carried her just as far as the altar and no further. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#imagination #marriage #wedding #imagination

it's best to accept life as it really is and not as I imagined it to be ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#life #imagination

Let me feed you,” he whispered, his tone suddenly husky. He sounded like sex. Or at least, what Julia imagined sex would sound like if it was sitting on a white banquette with shining blue eyes and an arrogant jaw, trying to press a cold glass up to her mouth. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh…my…Gabriel. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#sylvain-reynard #imagination

I think I fall into the category of the hopeless romantic, and I think youdo too, because you're here...The tricky thing about us, the hopeless romantic, is when we fall in love with someone, when we say hello—and it’s magical—we never imagine that hello can turn into a goodbye. And when we kiss someone—and it’s magical—we never ever imagine that it can turn into a last kiss. ↗

— Taylor Swift

#romantic #imagination