Imaginative Quotes

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Alice Sebold
“Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.”
Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

Roman Payne
“What is a Wanderess? Bound by no boundaries, contained by no countries, tamed by no time, she is the force of nature’s course.”
Roman Payne, The Wanderess

“Are we victims of destiny, or is it all mere determination? Suppose we do not just want to blame ourselves for not being lucky. In that case, we must endeavor to be imaginative and empower our dreams to take shape. ("Camera obscura of the mind")”
Erik Pevernagie

Roman Payne
“A woman must prefer her liberty over a man. To be happy, she must.
A man to be happy, however, must yearn for his woman more than his liberty.
This is the rightful order.”
Roman Payne, Hope and Despair

“People are going to think I'm morbid, loving all these sad books. I actually don't mind a happy ending in a novel—certainly, it's nice when it happens. But when you've invested so much time and your fingers have pushed through all that paper and you get to the end…well, a tragic ending kind of goes with the tragedy of finishing a book.”
Julia Roberts on Thomas Hardy's "An Imaginative Woman"

Roman Payne
“When no possessions keep us, when no countries contain us, and no time detains us, man becomes a heroic wanderer, and woman, a wanderess.”
Roman Payne, The Wanderess

“Do you know a better time than the present for igniting your dreams?”
Carolyn Tody, Author and Artist, A Whimsical Holiday for Children

Dejan Stojanovic
“Truth is hard-hearted and unrelenting, too clear, precise; a lie is much more imaginative.”
Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun

Lisa Kleypas
“Pandora launched into a detailed account of her conversation with the hermit crab, reporting that his name was Shelley, after the poet, whose works he admired. He was a well-traveled crustacean, having flown to distant lands while clinging to the pink leg of a herring gull who had no taste for shellfish, preferring hazelnuts and bread crumbs. One day, the herring gull, who possessed the transmigrated soul of an Elizabethan stage actor, had taken Shelley to see Hamlet at the Drury Lane theater. During the performance, they had alighted on the scenery and played the part of a castle gargoyle for the entire second act. Shelley had enjoyed the experience but had no wish to pursue a theatrical career, as the hot stage lights had nearly fricasseed him.
Gabriel stopped digging and listened, transported by the wonder and whimsy of Pandora's imagination. Out of thin air, she created a fantasy world in which animals could talk and anything was possible. He was charmed out of all reason as he watched her, this sandy, disheveled, storytelling mermaid, who seemed already to belong to him and yet wanted nothing to do with him. His heart worked in strange rhythms, as if it were struggling to adjust to a brand new metronome.
What was happening to him?”
Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Spring

Roman Payne
“I’d loved women who were old and who were young; those extra kilos and large rumps, and others so thin there was barely even skin to pinch, and every time I held them, I worried I would snap them in two. But for all of these: where they had merited my love was in their delicious smell. Scent is such a powerful tool of attraction, that if a woman has this tool perfectly tuned, she needs no other. I will forgive her a large nose, a cleft lip, even crossed-eyes; and I’ll bathe in the jouissance of her intoxicating odour.”
Roman Payne

“There are those who travel but never really arrive. Those who visit a place but never know the people. Travel is so much more when you get closer to life and how it is lived here, wherever here may be.
I am moving into the unknown to come into being at home wherever I find myself.
Individually, inspired, and imaginative.”
Anna Asche

“One key to life is to be realistic by being more than imaginative.”
Jesse Thompson

J.K. Rowling
“In dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.”
J.K Rowling

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“Our imagination is God’s ingenious gift that hands us the privilege of romping and playing in realities that we can’t see only because we’ve yet to create them.”
Craig D. Lounsbrough

“He thought the library door would never open again, but that he would be left to live out the rest of his life rooted to the spot on the library carpet, afraid to move a muscle lest the house fall upon his shoulders. He deliberately shrugged them and shuffled his feel just to prove to himself that it could be done.”
Mary Balogh, The Proposal

Erin Morgenstern
“Celia" he says without looking up at her,
"why do we wind our watch?"
"Because everything requires energy," she recites obediently, eyes still focused on her hand. "We must put effort and energy into anything we wish to change.”
Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

“Figment of the imagination.”

Alexander Pope
“Those half-learn'd witlings, num'rous in our isle
As half-form'd insects on the banks of Nile”
Alexander Pope, An Essay On Criticism

Emma Richler
“Go home, Rachel. She so likes to to be there for his return. Zachariah is coming, Zachariah is coming! Rachel is all gravity now, nudged from dreams, a swift transition. Rachel dreams much and often. She is not hunted.”
Emma Richler, Be My Wolff

Emma Richler
“And you wouldn't eat your egg.'

'My palace was inside.”
Emma Richler, Be My Wolff

Iris Murdoch
“Looking toward the Polish Rider she met his calm tender gentle thoughtful gaze. She thought, what he sees is the face of death. He sees the silence of the valley, its emptiness, its innocence — and beyond it the hideous field of war on which he will die. And his poor horse will die too. He is courage, he is love, he loves what is good, and will die for it, his body will be trampled by horses' hooves, and no one will know his grave. She thought, he is so beautiful, he has the beauty of goodness.”
Iris Murdoch, The Green Knight

Isaac Bashevis Singer
“But to the last question," Zelig replied, "he probably flew to beyond the Dark Regions, where people don't go and cattle don't stray, where the sky is copper, the earth iron, and where the evil forces live under roofs of petrified toadstools and in tunnels abandoned by moles.”
Isaac Bashevis Singer, Naftali the Storyteller and His Horse, Sus and Other Stories

Rutger Bregman
“Before long, machines would be doing all the work. This would free up “abundant scope for recreation,” enthused an English professor, “by immersion in the imaginative life, in art, drama, dance, and a hundred other ways of transcending the constraints of daily life.”
Rutger Bregman, Utopia for Realists: How We Can Build the Ideal World

Edgar Allan Poe
“Between ingenuity and the analytic ability there exists a difference far greater, indeed, than that between the fancy and the imagination, but of a character very strictly analogous. It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.”
Edgar Allan Poe, The Murders in the Rue Morgue - a C. Auguste Dupin Short Story

Kate Morton
“I thought we might even retell some of the stories she used to invent for us."
"Like the one about the gate at the bottom of the garden that led to fairyland."
"And the dragon eggs she found in the woods."
"And the time she ran away to join the circus."
"Do you remember," said Iris suddenly, "the circus we had here?"
"My circus," said Daphne, beaming from behind her wineglass.
"Well, yes," Iris interjected, "but only because-"
"Because I'd had the horrid measles and missed the real circus when it came to town." Daphne laughed with pleasure at the memory. "She got Daddy to build a tent at the bottom of the meadow, remember, and organized all of you to be clowns. Laurel was a lion, and Mummy walked the tightrope."
"She was rather good at that," said Iris. "Barely fell off the rope. She must've practiced for weeks."
"Or else her story was true and she really did spend time in the circus," said Rose. "I can almost believe it of Mummy."
Daphne gave a contented sigh. "We were lucky to have a mother like ours, weren't we? So playful, almost as if she hadn't fully grown up, not at all like other people's boring old mothers.”
Kate Morton, The Secret Keeper

Alix E. Harrow
“She knew the land in the way a child knows the land, with an intimacy and fantasy few adults have ever managed.
She knew where the sycamores had been hollowed out by lightning and become secret hideouts. She knew where the mushrooms were likeliest to raise their pale heads in fairy rings, and where fool's gold shimmered below the surface of the creek.”
Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

Michael Bassey Johnson
“You might be a good poet if you were on the moon while writing in your room.”
Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

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