THE Biggest enemy of Truth is known as Facts in our Society
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
There are places which exist in this world beyond the reach of imagination.
I never did anything in life to anyone’s imagination.
Oh, here we are at the bridge. I’m going to shut my eyes tight. I’m always afraid going over bridges. I can’t help imagining that perhaps, just as we get to the middle, they’ll crumple up like a jackknife and nip us. So I shut my eyes. But I always have to open them for...
When (The World According To) Garp was published, people who’d lost children wrote to me. ‘’I lost one, too,’’ they told me. I confessed to them that I hadn’t lost any children. I’m just a father with a good imagination. In my imagination, I lose my children every day. (afterword)
Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.
But one day she handed me some more letters from people who had been researching fruitlessly through old newspapers, hoping to find the “real” events. I remarked that it was sad they wasted so much time. “Yes,” said Joan – and then, absently, “but something did happen.” Whether the something happened in the newspapers, in...
Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.
All theories are legitimate, no matter. What matters is what you do with them.
Edmund doesn’t solve any of his grievances or personality disorders by going through the wardrobe. If anything, they’re exacerbated and brought to a crisis by his experiences in Narnia. When you go to Narnia, your worries come with you. Narnia just becomes the place where you work them out and try to resolve them.
No olvides que lo que llamamos hoy realidad fue imaginación.
Imagination is not an icing on the cake of life but the oven in which it is baked.
The imaginary is not formed in opposition to reality as its denial or compensation; it grows among signs, from book to book, in the interstice of repetitions and commentaries; it is born and takes shape in the interval between books. It is the phenomena of the library.
We live by our imagination, our admiration s, and our sentiments.
A blank piece of paper is God’s way of telling us how hard it is to be God.
The only difference between success and failure is Lack of Vision
We are stripped of all that gave value and substance to our existence: power and love; in this naked final state, our last lover, our mate, death, comes. Bereft, without cover, we face the elements that will undo us. The winter breakers crash over and through us, flaunting their vigor and our nullity, as if...
Imagination is a gift given to us from God and each one of us use it differently.
There was something comforting about believing in things that didn’t exist.
The interior life is often stupid. Its egoism blinds it and deafens it; its imagination spins out ignorant tales, fascinated. It fancies that the western wind blows on the Self, and leaves fall at the feet of the Self for a reason, and people are watching. A mind risks real ignorance for the sometimes paltry...