Quotes about Imagination

There was indeed a " frightful lot" of books. The four walls of the library were plastered with them from floor to ceiling, save only where the door and the two windows insisted on living their own life, even though an illiterate one.

Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.

Now then, Pooh," said Christopher Robin, "where's your boat?" "I ought to say," explained Pooh as they walked down to the shore of the island, "that it isn't just an ordinary sort of boat. Sometimes it's a Boat, and sometimes it's more of an Accident. It all depends." "Depends on what?" "On whether I'm on the top of it or underneath it.

Hello, Rabbit,' he said, 'is that you?' 'Let's pretend it isn't,' said Rabbit, 'and see what happens.

so they went off together but where ever they go and whatever happens to themon the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the forest a little boy and his bear will always be playing.

Let's look for dragons, I said to Pooh. Yes, let's, said Pooh to Me. We crossed the river and found a few Yes, those are dragons all right, said Pooh. As soon as I saw their beaks I knew. That's what they are, said Pooh, said he. That's what they are, said Pooh.

You mean Piglet. The little fellow with the excited ears. That's Piglet.

That's what Jagulars always do," said Pooh, much interested. "They call 'Help! Help!' and then when you look up, they drop on you." "I'm looking down," cried Piglet loudly, so as the Jagular shouldn't do the wrong thing by accident.

There, just inside the gates, was Mary. He was only six, but even then he knew that never would he see again anything so beautiful. She was five; but there was something in her manner of holding herself and the imperious tilt of her head which made her seem almost five-and-a-half. [From John Penquarto A Tale of Literary Life in London

Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself...

Well, you both went out with the blue balloon, and you took your gun with you, just in case, as you always did

It's a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees, They'd build their nests at the bottom of trees. And that being so (if the Bees were Bears), We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs.