I wonder what it would be like if we all became what we wanted to be when we grew up? I mean, imagine a world filled with nothing but firemen, cowboys, nurses and ballerinas.
I can't imagine what they're planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it, and it won't be legal.
Imagine a world without photography, one could only imagine.
Imagine the consequences of having the first woman prime minister who is the milk snatcher. [Margaret Thatcher] takes away the nourishment of the nation.
I can't imagine I could have become the person I am now without books. Books became synonymous with freedom. They showed that you could open doors and walk through.
St George won 11 premierships with one Raper, imagine how Canterbury will go with 13.
Ivan tells Anna: "I used to imagine that being embraced by a woman. . . as something so wonderful that it would make me forget everthing. . . [But] happiness, it turns out, will be to share with you the burden I can't share with anyone else.
Just imagine dressing the two handsomest men in the world, and then getting this!
When we are upset, it’s easy to blame others. However, the true cause of our feelings is within us. For example, imagine yourself as a glass of water. Now, imagine past negative experiences as sediment at the bottom of your glass. Next, think of others as spoons. When one stirs, the sediment clouds your water. It may appear that the spoon caused the water to cloud – but if there were no sediment, the water would remain clear no matter what. The key, then, is to identify our sediment and actively work to remove it.
I can not imagine a God. . . made happy by my getting down on my knees and calling him 'great'.
If we reason, we would be understood; if we imagine, we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's; if we feel, we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt into our own, that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood. This is Love.
It’s hard to imagine the revenue from selling the prints will cover the cost of lost goodwill.
I can't imagine going on when there are no more expectations.
I imagine that fish have no word for water.
I can imagine an utter hatred for the jazz avant-garde.
To be an American (unlike being English or French or whatever) is precisely to imagine a destiny rather than to inherit one; since we have always been, insofar as we are Americans at all, inhabitants of myth rather than history.
Imagine that the world is made out of love. Now imagine that it isn’t. Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don’t, they’ll die. Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.
Stoichkov is a great person and an exceptional player. . . Only if we had him at Napoli. . . can you imagine the Stoichkov-Maradona attacking duo?
Imagine what the world could be if we were on the offense with love instead of on the defense with hate.
I can't imagine having cosmetic surgery because I have my values and little family who makes me feel incredibly accepted but you never know.