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"Those first few weeks are an unearthly season. From the outside you remain so ordinary, no one can tell from looking that you have experienced an earthquake of the soul. You've been torn asunder, invested with an ancient, incomprehensible magic. It's the one thing that we never quite get over: that we contain our own future."
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"Dream is the realm most people live their life."
"The main reason why God gave us imaginations is to allow us to have a specific power that can help us make realistic decisions."
"Lies can open up the doors to imagination."
"If you appreciate, perpetuate and explore your own dreams,then you'll know that dream isn't a one-way communication."
"The good news is that God gave us imaginations because he wanted us to take a tour into our future, see what's there for us and then we prepare to relocate into it. Our destiny resides in our imaginations!"
"There was a moment of silence as they imagined a future in which there existed an organisation that stole imagination for, undoubtedly, a sinister plan."
"At the end, a journey based on my imagination will leave me imagining that I should have engaged the very thing I used my imagination to avoid."
"It is always imagined before it is lived. In the world of thought, imaginations are lives, but people kill them before they grow to have life!"
"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."
"I day dream.Therefore, I am the queen, of my thoughts.Though thirteen, I drift, between, one conception, to another.I create opinions, liberate dilemmas, assert convictions, deal paroxysm, create perfections.I am neither, a thinker, nor a, perceiver, I am a Day Dreamer"
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"If chained is where you have been, your ams will always bear marks of the shackles. What you have to lose is your story, your own slant. You'll look at the scars on your arms and see mere ugliness, or you'll take great care to look away from them and see nothing. Either way, you have no words for the story of where you came from."
"A journalist's job is to collect information," Ovid said to Pete. "Nope," Pete said. "That's what we do. It's not what they do." Dellarobia was unready to be pushed out of the conversation just like that. "Then what do you think the news people drive their Jeeps all the way out here for?" "To shore up the prevailing view of their audience and sponsors." "Pete takes a dim view of his fellow humans," Ovid said. "He prefers insects. Dellarobia turned her chair halfway around to face Pete, scraping noisily against the cement floor. "You're saying people only tune in to news they know they're going to agree with?" "Bingo," said Pete."
"How does an artist learn enough about life to fill a thimble?""Soli, I'm going to tell you. He needs to go rub his soul against life. ..."
"And here is the shocking plot twist: as farmers produced those extra calories, the food industry figured out how to get them into the bodies of people who didn't really want to eat 700 more calories a day."
"When something extraordinary shows up in your life in the middle of the night, you give it a name and make it the best home you can."
"In Bobby Ogle's version of heaven everyone would wind up in one place, criminals and Muslims included."
"There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief."
"I wonder that religion can live or die on the strength of a faint, stirring breeze. The scent trail shifts, causing the predator to miss the pounce. One god draws in the breath of life and rises; another god expires."
"Our holiday food splurge was a small crate of tangerines, which we found ridiculously thrilling after an eight-month abstinence from citrus.... Lily hugged each one to her chest before undressing it as gently as a doll. Watching her do that as she sat cross-legged on the floor one morning in pink pajamas, with bliss lighting her cheeks, I thought: Lucky is the world, to receive this grateful child. Value is not made of money, but a tender balance of expectation and longing."
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