Quotes About Fantasy

The Cinderella story just never came true.

Stories," she says, "are the only thing in this world that are real. Everything else is just a dream.

To believe in dreams is to spend half your life asleep.

Più a lungo dura la notte, più i sogni si fanno capricciosi.

Did that ever happen to you? Do you have dreams that you are not in, in which you are only the observer. It's probably just me.

Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

The tail of Emily Windsnapeveryone has a secret . mines alittle different. i figured out i am a mermaid.

The muse in charge of fantasy wears good, sensible shoes.

Hope is an essential thread in the fabric of all fantasies, an Ariadne's thread to guide us out of the labyrinth ... Human beings have always needed hope, and surely now more than ever.

There is an exuberance in good fantasy quite unlike the most exalted moments of realistic fiction. Both forms have similar goals; but realism walks where fantasy dances.

Like his fellow genius, Tolkien, C.S. Lewis has redefined the nature of fantasy, adding richness beauty, and dimension... In our times, every fantasy realm must be measured in comparison with Narnia.

Hwoinch!' said Hen Wen.

This is meant to be a serious tale- in the way that all humor is serious and all fantasy is true- and if there is no conventionally happy ending in fairy-tale terms, there is still a most hopeful ending in human terms

It was a night when you might expect to stray into a dance of mermaids.

But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere.

I was imagining the most bizarre things befalling you." "Did they include a six-hundred-pound ice bear and a pirate poet?" "No…" "Then they weren't the most bizarre after all.

His fingers slid gently along her ribs. It was only in her imagination that they left a trail of rainbow light.

Would it do any harm, to make of him a dream-lover? It seemed invasive. How would she like it, after all, if she discovered she was starring in someone else's pornographic daydreams? Horrified, yes? Disgusted, to be pawed over in some untrusted stranger's thoughts. She imagined herself so portrayed in Miles's thoughts, and checked her horror quotient. It was a little . . . weak.

Don't wake up, he whispered as he felt her shudder against him once more. Dream with me, Belle. Sweet Belle, just dream with me. -from Travis/Black Jack

The Gibbelins eat, as is well known, nothing less good than man.

I often have the fantasy that curly girls are mermaids who have had to adapt to life on dry land. We come from the sea. The ocean is in our blood. It sings through our heart and lungs, our skin and hair. Our curls require the nourishment only a watery environment can provide. Both ocean waves and curly hair are forces of nature that can't be tamed. We can only accept and admire their power and beauty.

One should never turn one's back on a vivid imagination.

John had dreamed so long and hard of this place that he had hoped it right out of existence. Probably no place in the world could withstand such an assault of human wishing.

Adoption. A realized fantasy of your parents not really being your parents. Your genes could thrust one arm in the air and pump up and down. Yes! You were not actually related to Them!