Quotes About Fantasy

He was her DARK FAIRYTALE and She was his TWISTED FANTASY. Together they made MAGIC.

Gloria was sure she wanted but to read and dream and be fed tomato sandwiches and lemonades by some angelic servant

There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion.

Always, after he was in bed, there were voices - indefinite, fading, enchanting - just outside his window, and before he fell asleep he would dream one of his favorites waking dreams.

Durante un tiempo estos sueños fueron un escape para su imaginación; le daban una idea satisfactoria de la irrealidad de la realidad, una promesa de que el peñón del mundo estaba asentado de manera firme en el ala de un hada.

he told me all the things he liked to THINK he thought in the misty past.

Wilson's glazed eyes turned out to the ashheaps, where small gray clouds took on fantastic shape and scurried here and there in the faint dawn wind.

For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing.

There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

Me gustaba pasear por la Quinta Avenida y elegir a alguna mujer romántica entre la multitud e imaginar que, en cinco minutos, yo entraría en su vida, y que nunca lo sabría nadie ni nadie lo desaprobaría.

Gloria was sure she wanted but to read and dream and be fed tomato sandwiches and lemonades by some angelic servant still in a shadowy hinterland. Between paragraphs Anthony would come and kiss her as she lay indolently in the hammock….

Then it was all true. I saw the skins of tigers flaming in his palace on the Grand Canal; I saw him opening a chest of rubies to ease, with their crimson-lighted depths, the gnawings of his broken heart.

I liked to walk up Fith Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove.

Breathing dreams like air.

There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything.

For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.

Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace.

I can make the dream come true. If I want to. Sometimes it's better to just dream. I guess it's the same principle as saying, be careful of what you wish for because you might get it.

I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

I am still obsessed with creating a false world, and will be until I die.

Ese episodio de la imaginación al que llamamos realidad

As figuras imaginárias têm mais relevo e verdade que as reais.

Beauty is the name of something that doesn't exist

Sometimes I muse about how wonderful it would be if I could string all my dreams together into one continuous life, a life consisting of entire days full of imaginary companions and created people.