Quotes about Imagination
But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it? It was the old diamond disillusion of childhood repeated - the same disappointment she had felt when she had first seen the chill sparkle instead of the purple splendor she had anticipated. That's not my idea of a diamond, she had said.
— LM Montgomery
I suppose that's how it looks in prose. But it's very different if you look at it through poetry…and I think it's nicer…' Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed… 'to look at it through poetry.
— LM Montgomery
Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive — it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?
— LM Montgomery
No. I don't think I've ever been really lonely in my life," answered Anne. "Even when I'm alone I have real good company — dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I LIKE to be alone now and then, just to think over things and TASTE them.
— LM Montgomery
Books are not written about proper children. They would be so dull no one would read them.
— LM Montgomery
When you know things you have to go by facts. But when you just dream things there's nothing to hold you down.
— LM Montgomery
Listen to the trees talking in their sleep," she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. "What nice dreams they must have!
— LM Montgomery
And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.
— LM Montgomery
There is such a place as fairyland—but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way.
— LM Montgomery
it's delightful when your imaginatios come true, isn't it?
— LM Montgomery
Books are not written about proper children. They would be so dull nobody would read them.
— LM Montgomery
But Cecily's maiden feet were never to leave the golden road.
— LM Montgomery