Quote by Cesare Pavese
It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that

It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative? – Cesare Pavese

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One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love — any love — reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness. – Cesare Pavese

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We are more often frightened than hurt and we suffer more from imagination than from reality. – Lucius Annaeus Seneca

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I have been afraid all my life that I am going to die. All my life it has been stuffed in my imagination. – Patty Duke

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In The Touch, the love scenes are the same as they were in The Thorn Birds or anything else Ive ever written. I find a way of saying that either it was heaven or hell but in a way that still leaves room for the reader to use their own imagination. – Colleen McCullough

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I cant work completely out of my imagination. I must put my foot in a bit of truth and then I can fly free. – Andrew Wyeth

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Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold;
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