Quotes About Whimsy

From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere!

The world that she lives in is just magical, one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen.

Fashion should be playful.

I love comedy that seems kind of a little bit absurd.

Tushy McBottomchu, or

It could be that the sort of sentence one wants right here is the kind that runs, and laughs, and slides, and stops right on a dime.

Happiness isn't happiness without a violin-playing goat.

Fantasy is a necessary ingredient to living. It's a way of looking at life through a distorted telescope, and that's what makes you laugh at the terrible realities. Whimsy, which is a deliberate contradiction of reality, is pure escapism. And without whimsy, none of us can live." Fantasy and whimsy are not merely necessary for life; they are Dr. Seuss's stock-in-trade. But there are limits to their reach.

Whim engines," they were called: whim a contraction of whimsy, a name borrowed from the merry-go-rounds that the winding drum once walked by horses whimsically resembled.

It almost made me long for the flying pig. --Percy

Well, yes, I call it the Expando-Duck. It's perfect if you need a small metal duck. Or a larger metal duck.

Most women are moody and whimsical.

Tell me where is fancy bred,Or in the heart or in the head?How begot, how nourished?Reply, reply.

Keep the circus going inside you, keep it going, don't take anything too seriously, it'll all work out in the end.

Fairy dust is very useful. I use it to turn oatmeal into cake.

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Dance with the clouds.

I'd like to have the kind of house someday where a carousel horse wouldn't be out of place in the living room.

Youre gonna grow up and marry some ice cream! Haha!

If there's one thing Lucille hates, it's how science has to rain on whimsy's parade: Rainbows not a gift from leprechauns offering pots of gold, but only a trick of refraction. A blue sky not a miles-wide painting done by a heavenly hand, but molecules scattering light. Still, when Lucille sees the stars strewn across the sky on a night like tonight, they're diamonds, and she thinks they might end up under her bed yet. Maybe

If there's one thing Lucille hates, it's how science has to rain on whimsy's parade:

The horns of Elfland faintly blowing.

It feels a little dangerous, to be so close to fairy tale.

Sweet peas were the kind of flowers fairies slept in.