#nation

Imagine your kid is running into the street and you have to sprint after her in bare feet," Eric told me when I picked up my training with him after my time with Ken. "You'll automatically lock into perfect form--you'll be up on your forefeet, with your back erect, head steady, arms high, elbows driving, and feet touching down quickly on the forefoot and kicking back toward your butt." You can't run uphill powerfully with poor biomechanics," Eric explained. ↗

— Christopher McDougall

#imagination

Every once in a while I don't think it's a bad idea for lawyers to remember that what goes on, at least on some level of our brains, is that we have to imagine everything coming apart. ... It's what we are. Out of control, always prepared, Boy Scout control freaks. ↗

— Lawrence Joseph

#imagination

It's subjunctive history. You know, the subjunctive? The mood used when something may or may not have happened. When it is imagined. ↗

— Alan Bennett

#imagination #subjunctive #imagination

Fairy tales and folk tales are for children and childlike people, not because they are little and inconsequential, but because they are as enormous as life itself. ↗

— Anthony Esolen

#fairy-tales #imagination

The rationalist imagines an imbecile-free society; the empiricist and imbecile-proof one, or even better, a rationalist-proof one. ↗

— Nassim Nicholas Taleb

#imagination

Virtue is imaginative. Evil, repetitive. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#virtue #imagination

Sometimes a story catches your imagination so much it has to be told. That is what I love about writing. It lets the images in your mind burst forth into words drawing a vivid picture that takes you away on a journey that would otherwise be impossible. ↗

— S.E. Smith

#imagination

I felt that I was breaking him apart as much as I was breaking myself apart. I imagined that pain in his mercury eyes and the silent tears whispered their way down my cheeks. Silent tears are the worst kind, the kind that shows the most pain and they were all I had left. The Fates had left me cold, with half a heart and a torn apart soul. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#let-the-fates-decide #mature-ya #romance #imagination

It was either the wind or the spirit of the house itself, briefly unsettled by our nocturnal absence but to old to be surprised by the errands born from the gap between what we can imagine and what we can in fact create. ↗

— Michael Cunningham

#imagination

Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination? ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#imagination