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“There are days when my imagination in my enemy. It likes to keep me company in my darkest of times and romanticizes a past that was more of a horror story than a fairytale.”

Love Life Poetry Relationships Imagination

Book:Abandoned Breaths

Source: Abandoned Breaths

“In every possibility of a mind May you travel, yet not blind. As a head filled with imagination, Goes a heart full of gold creation, It's never late to have a dream. Nor is it so far away as it seems, And, like a rearview mirror reveals, Thus a fantasy soon becomes real. It may be closer than it appears. Or at least it will show up clear. Never give up a dream for fear!”

Source: ACross Tic

“Books connect us readers to what we cannot see but imagine, an intangible sort of wonder and magic.”

Poetry Imagination Books

Author:Stephanie Morales

“My favorite words in the world are these: “what” and “if” in conjunction. They question curiosities in simple form and function. “What” is a query of broadest scope. “If" is wonder that fuels all hope. Together they lasso the mind like rope, and spur the wildest deductions!”

Poetry Hope Imagination Poem Curiosity Richelle Goodrich What If Richelle E Goodrich Richelle Deductions Imagining

Book:Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

“‪You collide with destiny caught up in the mystery of walking the halls of a mind that's only inclined to recognize & expect victory.‬”

“I wish I could run into the world’s arms. Linger within the spaces between nothing. I wish I could filter out of existence. To live quietly without dying. I wish I could be cherished by life itself. To speak and sing volumes without lying to myself.”

Source: The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing

“All around us is a nothing that stretches on for infinity. We humans can barely comprehend that. If we comprehend it we are rarely pleased.”

Source: The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing

“I keep dying and hoping you notice me. But you’re too busy living.”

Source: The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing

“Did I love her? No. I obsessed over her completely. And thank heavens I was obsessed. Obsession, infatuation, is something short-lived. A sweet fever dream that leaves you exhausted from the high. Love is perpetual. Love is an entire world compared to that other form of mania people mistake love for. If love is loving the reality of a person, obsession is idealising the fantasy of another. Did I love her? No. Never. But I was utterly obsessed.”

Source: The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing

“A death in reverse is the rewinding of life. I do not die of old age, in a bed surrounded by strangers my loved ones paid to take care of me. I die in reverse. I die falling back into a younger age. From my forty-five years to twenty-five. To sixteen. When we were in love. To fourteen: when we first met. To five. To one. To the hospital my mother died at from the complications of my existence. A life for a life.”

Love Life Inspirational Writing Philosophy Humor Inspiration Motivational Death Poetry Hope Friendship Imagination Fiction Family Fantasy Relationship Story Magical Realism

Author:F.K. Preston

“I wanted to give you something that would last forever. Something that would surpass the world, that would still be alive and bright even after you passed away. Something beautiful. For your eyes and smile only. But I never found it. All I could give you is words. Words which were as fleeting as the heartbeats that shook my soul whenever you looked my way.”

Source: The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing

“The truth is there isn’t anything to me at all. All I know is that I can’t sleep well, I can’t dream well and I’m quite in love with you. That’s all there is to me. My greatest feature is my admiration for you. I know it’s not healthy. Like my insomnia. Like my dreamless nights. You make living alright. My nightmares come when I think of a night without Valeria. That’s when I realise you’re dead. That’s when I remember you’ve been gone for years. That’s when I remember I’m awake. And I wait for this dream called Life to leave me to my peace once and for all and forever.”

Source: The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing

“My creativity keeps me from starving. Humanity keeps my life mundane. Loving secures my love for life, but my imagination keeps me sane.”

Source: The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing

“There is nothing to me but you. I know it’s pathetic but, oh darling, it’s true.”

Source: The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing

“All that is required of you is an open mind and a little patience.”

Source: The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing

“There are no humans left. I should not be alone. I can’t help but wonder that. There were so many of us living. But time started growing young four years ago. It isn’t four years anymore. It’s a number I wouldn’t even be able to say. It feels like four years. It’s trapped in my tender memory as four years. It’s been an age. Multiple ages. It’s been lifetimes; every single lifetime that used to exist. I remember my mother screaming. I recall the doctors naming me as nurses wiped away her blood and covered her face with white. The end of the play. It’s been so long. Why am I alone?”

Love Life Inspirational Writing Philosophy Humor Inspiration Motivational Death Poetry Hope Friendship Imagination Fiction Family Fantasy Relationship Story Magical Realism

Author:F.K. Preston

“I recall my life every day. I recall my sins and my acts of purity. I remind myself I was never a religious man. I remind myself that I have been dead for half of forever. I remind myself of nothing. I move along to the next minute. Next day. Next year. The earth doesn’t change so much anymore. It doesn’t change so quickly. With humans, the earth had to keep changing. But you can only replace a dying thing so many times before someone notices. There haven’t been humans for years. Maybe a decade. Maybe more. I find myself loving their absence. The absence of humanity is the absence of violence. I love this peace. But then I remember my bones. My mind and my memories. I remember I’m human. I am the thing I detest. The creature that haunts my steps. It’s my shadow I see watching me. It’s my reflection in the water. I keep remembering. I live in fear. But still, I walk on.”

Love Life Inspirational Writing Philosophy Humor Inspiration Motivational Death Poetry Hope Friendship Imagination Fiction Family Fantasy Relationship Story Magical Realism

Author:F.K. Preston

“Four years ago the clocks started turning back. I open my eyes and see nothing. I feel nothing below or above me. I feel the absence of things. The absence of my flesh, my bones, my body, my mind. All that is left is awareness. I see nothing but the absence of colour. It’s not a black darkness. It’s simply nothing. The interior of a black hole. I recall news of a black hole lingering along the edges of our solar system. All that time ago. Four years ago. When the clocks started turning back. I hear nothing. Until there is a something. A small thing. A voice. I listen. There are more voices. The sounds are human. How long has it been since I’ve heard a human? The sounds scratch along my now present attention. They carve into my hearing. They are horrid, wretched things. Voices screaming. Growing loud and desperate. How many voices? Billions. This is the birth of our species. We are born screaming. It’s all we know to do. We have screamed for eternity. Within this empty space.”

Love Life Inspirational Writing Philosophy Humor Inspiration Motivational Death Poetry Hope Friendship Imagination Fiction Family Fantasy Relationship Story Magical Realism

Author:F.K. Preston

“I begin my life. I live again. I meet a young girl called Valeria. She smiles easily. She laughs tender sounds that pull at my heart. I’m too young to be profound but she makes me feel so safe. So cherished. I am thirty years old. I bump into a woman I knew when she was a girl. Valeria looks annoyed to see me. She lives in the future. Where the world is turning. I live within the past. Where the people are trapped and screaming and alone. I live within the past when Valeria and I were in love. She’s waiting for the cab to come, her foot tapping against the sidewalk. Her eyes glancing at her watch every few minutes. I’m eager to reunite our lives through some kind of friendship. I’m so eager to know her again, as she was when she was a child. But Valeria lives within the future. I live within the past. Have the two ever gotten along? Have they ever even met?”

Love Life Inspirational Writing Philosophy Humor Inspiration Motivational Death Poetry Hope Friendship Imagination Fiction Family Fantasy Relationship Story Magical Realism

Author:F.K. Preston

“But I can’t control my dreams. I can’t even remember them. For all I know I’m having the time of my life when I sleep, but I just can’t remember. So I’m forced to live in a life I have no control over. A life where I’m either numb to everything or terrified of every thought that crosses my mind. If this is all just a dream, then it sure is a disappointing one. But I still have time to try and control my dreams. I have time to try and make my dreams a reality in this waking life as well. The one bloody thing I have is time. I’ve got to remember that. I still have time. And despite everything, there is something reassuring about that.”

Source: The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing

“The artistic creation of the poet, painter, photographer, and writer is a reflection of the artist’s inner world. The agenda of consciousness that spurs all forms of art is not to represent the outward appearance of things, but to portray its inward significance to the creator. A great poem, painting, photograph, and written composition fully express what the creator feels, in the deepest sense, about the distinctively depicted image that captured their imagination.”

Source: Dead Toad Scrolls

“So much of love is imagination -- its over-activity, its over-ambition, its over-the-top faith.”

Love Poetry Imagination

Book:Little Heretic

Source: Little Heretic

“purple threaded evening. a torn goddess laying on the roof. milk sky. lavender hued moan against hot asphalt. the thickness of evening presses into your throat. polaroids taped to the ceiling. ivy pouring out of the cracks in the wall. i found my courage buried beneath molding books and forgot to lock the door behind me. the old house never forgets. opened my mouth and a dandelion fell out. reached behind my wisdom teeth and found sopping wet seeds. pulled all of my teeth out just to say i could. he drowned himself in a pill bottle and the orange really brought out his demise. lay me down on a bed of ground spices. there’s a song there, i know it. amethyst geode eyes. cracked open. no one saw it coming. october never loved you. the moon still doesn’t understand that.”

Poetry Imagination Moving Forward Nonfiction October November Poetic Prose The Moon

Book:calloused: a field journal

Source: calloused: a field journal

“Imagination's better half can sometimes tilt it's heavy head and wink, as if to say, "That's the way!" And I'd be off at a trot wherever it led.”

Poetry Imagination Impetuousness

Book:Violades & Appledown

Source: Violades & Appledown

“There is a poem at the heart of things and a mythic story in the heart of each of us. At certain times it is the poetry of life and the mythic imagination of the soul that become necessary in order to heal the wounds inflicted by an excess of reason or an overuse of force.”

Heart Poetry Imagination Myth Poems Healing Wounds

Book:The Genius Myth

Source: The Genius Myth

“It could be said that the lectures changed the way many people thought about myth, fairy story, and poetry, and even about the relationship of imagination to thought and to language. One of the brilliant but cryptic insights he expressed was: ‘To ask what is the origins of stories … is to ask what is the origin of language and of the mind.”

Poetry Language Imagination Myth Fairy Tales Fairy Story

Book:The Return of the Ring Volume I: Proceedings of the Tolkien Society Conference 2012

Source: The Return of the Ring Volume I: Proceedings of the Tolkien Society Conference 2012

“Besides, a long poem is a test of invention, which I take to be the Polar star of Poetry, as Fancy is the sails - and Imagination the rudder.”

Poetry Imagination

Author:John Keats

“Dance with the waves of sea and sing with the sky, touch the sands with love and let your mind fly high.”

Inspirational Philosophy Poetry Quotes Imagination Poem Debasish Mridha Debasish Mridha M D Life Wisdom Dance With The Waves Of Sea Let Your Mind Fly High Sing With The Sky Touch The Sands With Love

Author:Debasish Mridha

“On hearing of the interesting events which have happened in the course of a man's experience, many people will wish that similar things had happened in their lives too, completely forgetting that they should be envious rather of the mental aptitude which lent those events the significance they possess when he describes them ; to a man of genius they were interesting adventures; but to the dull perceptions of an ordinary individual they would have been stale, everyday occurrences. This is, in the highest degree, the case with many of Goethe's and Byron's poems, which are obviously founded upon actual facts; where it is open to a foolish reader to envy the poet because so many delightful things happened to him, instead of envying that mighty power of fantasy which was capable of turning a fairly common experience into something so great and beautiful.”

Poetry Imagination Beauty Perception Thoughts On Life

Book:The Wisdom of Life, and Other Essays

Source: The Wisdom of Life, and Other Essays

“I have inflammation of the imagination.”

Writing Poetry Artist Imagination Fiction Musician Author Aphorism

Book:Excess of Being

Source: Excess of Being

“Musicians do not get on stage without hearing the song singing inside of them. Poets do not write as if they are jotting down a sermon, they see everything in their subconscious before presenting it to the conscious, which they later turn to readable materials. Artist do not draw and paint without painting in dream states, trance, or see an art form that others do not see. Being creative does not calls for being any supernatural entity, but in creating with the entities inside of you.”

Source: The Infinity Sign

“The greatest happiness is a quiet kind. It’s the tender understanding that we’re living in a very strange place full of strange creatures. And there’s quite a bit of wonder in that.”

Source: The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing

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