Quotes About Fantasy

Fuckin' pussy thinks that maybe true love will conquer all, and then she'll climb onto his bike and they'll ride away into the sky on a rainbow while we all throw rose petals at them.

I wanted him. Wanted him in ways that just weren't right, because nobody should fantasize about fucking their mortal enemy.

Before Peter Pan belonged to Wendy he belonged to the girl with the crow feather in her hair

Manatees are real, mermaids aren't. Rhinoceroses exist and sea monsters don't. There are no more sea serpents guarding deadly whirlpools. There are pirates, yes, but there is nothing romantic about them. The rest is all stories, and stories have been put in their place.

Others wonder, if the Bogey isn't wearing his pants, who is?

It's a scene I've fantasized about for years. Yet, now that it's happening, a part of me sits in the audience, watching the actors say their lines, analyzing the blocking. I can't tell if this is a defense mechanism or my intuition warning me to beware.

Matthew emerged from sleep slowly, luxuriously. It must be nearly noon. He swam up from the depths of a calm warm sea. The glittering sea of the far south that he'd read about. A blue sea under a glorious sun. A sea full of pearls and exotic creatures and soft silky water. And mermaids. Indubitably there were mermaids in this sea. His particular mermaid slept naked in his arms. When he was inside her, she undulated in endless waves like a sea of pleasure.

Even jealousy is based on fantasies: a fantasy that someone else has what belongs to you.

The creature laughed with a sound like water splashing softly on pebbles.

And then she took her wishes with her into her sleep.

In our dreams we can have our eggs cooked exactly how we want them, but we can't eat them.

So many dreams are crowding upon me now that I can scarcely tell true from false: dreams like light imprisoned in bright mineral caves; hot, heavy dreams; ice-age dreams; dreams like machines in the head.

What I saw had no solidity, it was all made of mist and nylon, with nothing behind.

She herself did not seem quite real. She was pale and almost transparent, the victim I used for my own enjoyment in dreams.

I had a friend, a lover. Or did I dream it? So many dreams are crowding upon me now that I can scarcely tell true from false: dreams like light imprisoned in bright mineral caves; hot, heavy dreams; ice-age dreams; dreams like machines in the head.

A thousand pretty ways we'll find To mock old Winter's starving reign; We'll bid the violets spring again, Bid rich poetic roses blow, Peeping agove his heaps of snow; We'll dress his withered cheeks in flowers, And on his smooth bald head Fantastic garlands bind.

It has occurred because, within poststructuralism, the very notion of identity as a coherent and abiding sense of self is perceived as a cultural fantasy rather than a demonstrable fact.

R. John Williams calls the ongoing life of Orientalism in contemporary tech and corporate culture "Asia-as-technê," which he defines as "a compelling fantasy that would posit Eastern aesthetics as both antidote to and the perfection of machine cultures.

Where Orientalism is about turning persons into things that can be possessed and dominated, ornamentalism is about a fantasy of turning things into persons through the conduit of racial meaning in order, paradoxically, to allow the human to escape his or her own humanness.

What did you do to Zuulaman ?" "Zuulaman ? That's a word without meaning." "It's a place, as you very well know." Saetan shook his head. "It doesn't exist.

Do you know what the Sharkgard call humans on a ship?>

Now every mortal has pain and sweat is constant, but if there is anything dearer than being alive, it's dark to me. We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth-- we call it life. We know no other. The underworld's a blank and all the rest just fantasy.

You are a person in love with the impossible

That's what it means to be out of your mind. To let yourself be carried away by a dream. To give it room, let it grow wild and thick, until it overruns you.