It’s in my head now. It’s a memory. No camera could have captured what I saw and felt.
Imagination should be used, not to escape reality, but to create it.
Facts? What are facts? I only know imagination!
I just gave them a little scare. A touch of psychological terror. As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination. (from Super-frog Saves Tokyo)
Even our recreation was scheduled. There was no time to look for birds or wander into the nearby woods. We were put into teams and sent into violent pursuit of a helpless ball.
You failed -your fart was not silent, my nose heard it’s deafening noise.
What I’d show you is much more bizarre than anything we have looked at so far, and I warn you in advance that the first impulse will be to laugh. That’s all right. Laugh if you must. Just don’t take your eye off what you see, for even in your imagination, here is a creature who can do you damage.
When you are stressed and challenged by hardships just smile through it as frowning won’t help in changing the situation
She has no memories of her mother but imagines her as white, a soundless brilliance. Her father radiates a thousand colors, opal, strawberry red, deep russet, wild green; a smell like oil and metal, the feel of a lock tumbler sliding home, the sound of his key rings chiming as he walks.