#nation

My mother had always told her kids: if you're about to do something, and you want to know if it's a bad idea, imagine seeing it printed in the paper for all the world to see. ↗

— Gillian Flynn

#imagination

I wrote about the person I love most, my older brother, Noah. We don't live together so I wrote what I imagine he does when we're not together." "And what is that?" prodded the stout man. "He's a superhero who saves people in danger, because he saved me and my brother from dying in a fire a couple of years ago. Noah is better than Batman." The crowd chuckled. "I love you, too, lil'bro. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#katie-mcgarry #little-brother #noah-hutchins #pushing-the-limits #sweet

A book is a device to ignite the imagination. ↗

— Alan Bennett

#imagination #inspiration #imagination

Do you imagine the universe is agitated? Go into the desert at night and look at the stars. This practice should answer the question. ↗

— Lao Tzu

#feelings #reality #imagination

Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings? ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#imagination

What can I give you, Wanda?” he insisted. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my voice steady.“Give me a lie, Jared. Tell me you want me to stay.” There was no hesitation this time. His arms wound around me in the dark, held me securely against his chest. He pressed his lips against my forehead, and I felt his breath move my hair when he spoke. Melanie was holding her breath in my head. She was trying to bury herself again, trying to give memy freedom for these last minutes. Maybe she was afraid to listen to these lies. She wouldn't want this memory when I was gone. “Stay here, Wanda. With us. Withme. I don't want you to go. Please. I can't imagine having you gone. I can't see that. I don't know how to… how to…” His voice broke. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#imagination

Man is not worried by real problems so much as by his imagined anxieties about real problems ↗

— Epictetus

#mankind #imagination

Imagination is a gift. Don't waste it! ↗

— Jeanne Warnes

#imagination

My imagination functions much better when I don't have to speak to people. ↗

— Patricia Highsmith

#functions #i #imagination #much #people

She glanced up at him, and in that moment he pulled his wet shirt over his head. She forced her mind blank. Blank as a new sheet of paper, blank as a starless sky. He came to the fire and crouched before it. He rubbed the water from his bare arms and flicked it in the flames. She stared at the goose and sliced his drumstick carefully and thought of the blankest expression on the blankest face she could possibly imagine. It was a chilly evening; she thought about that. The goose would be delicious, they must eat as much of it as possible, they must not waste it; she thought about that. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#graceling #katsa #po #imagination