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Where you read a book and when and with whom can make a big difference. ↗

— Robert Coles

#story #value #imagination

To Wallace Stevens' post-Nietzschean formula 'God and the imagination are one,' these women poets would add a crucial third element: God and the imagination and my body are one. ↗

— Alicia Suskin Ostriker

#imagination

He used both hands when he made the bear. Imagine a bear proceeding from the hands of God. ↗

— N. Scott Momaday

#imagination

I can imagine that the oceanic feeling could become connected with religion later on. That feeling of oneness with the universe which is its ideational content sounds very like a first attempt at the consolations of religion, like another way taken by the ego of denying the dangers it sees threatening it in the external world. ↗

— Sigmund Freud

#religion #imagination

I loved him," Muire said. "We were in love." As if that were enough. ↗

— Anita Shreve

#enough #love #the-pilot-s-wife #love

He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway ↗

— Alice Sebold

#love

When she was gone, I went to the basement, found an empty box, and sealed the teddy bear and the NYU sweatshirt inside with heavy-duty tape. I started thinking about Leigh's ID bracelet and I imagined that one day, maybe years and years from now, I might open the box and say the same thing to my daughter that Leigh might say to hers: This was from a boy I used to know. He was very special to me, but that was so long ago. ↗

— Lorraine Zago Rosenthal

#imagination

Perfect. Then imagine that you started reading the most interesting and fascinating comic book ever created. You fell in love with some characters, you hated others. Endless plots unfolded and every one was an emotional page-turner you couldn't read fast enough because you had to know what was going to happen next. You felt like the world would end if you didn't find out how the story ended. But then you get to the end and there was no end. The author didn't finish it. You don't know if good or evil won. You don't know if the guy got the girl. You don't know any of the answers to all your important questions ↗

— Karen Amanda Hooper

#love #truth #imagination

In the darkest hour of winter, when the starlings had all flown away, Gretel Samuelson fell in love. It happened the way things are never supposed to happen in real life, like a sledgehammer, like a bolt from out of the blue. One minute she was a seventeen year-old senior in high school waiting for a Sicilian pizza to go; the next one she was someone whose whole world had exploded, leaving her adrift in the Milky Way, so far from earth she was walking on stars. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#life

My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories. ↗

— Myron Uhlberg

#father #memories #parents #love