Quotes About Fantasy

I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds.

Hell is a different place for each man, or each man has his own particular hell. My descent into the inferno is a descent into the irrational level of existence, where the instincts and blind emotions are loose, where one lives by pure impulse, pure fantasy, and therefore pure madness. No, that is not the inferno.

Man needs reality, and woman illusion. Man needs illusion, too, but the woman who gives him illusion also gives him less reality—in proportion.

I am not always just living, just following all my fantasies; I come up for air, for understanding.

Films are like a dose of opium, then as you come out in the street it's a shock, and you are brutally awakened from your dream. But when you stay, you never wake up. The dream goes on working. I would fall asleep for a while and then see images on the screen, and I could not tell the difference between the film and a dream.

What I corrupted is what is called the truth in favour of a more marvellous world.

I have dreamed of that over and over—I dancing with you, or you alone dancing with head thrown back and eyes half shut.

As if rising with her in his gyroscope of fantasy he took her to visit his collection of empty cages.

Worlds self-made and self-nourished are so full of ghosts and monsters.

The dream then, instead of being something apart from reality, a private world of fantasy or imagination, is actually an essential part of our reality which can be shared and communicated by means of imagery.

Many couples, many people, are not living with real human beings, but with their ghosts. Who has not followed for years the spell of a particular tone of voice, from voice to voice, as the fetishist follows a beautiful foot, scarcely seeing the woman herself? A voice, a mouth, an eye, all stemming from the original fountain of our first desire, directing it, enslaving us, until we choose to unravel the fatal web and free ourselves.

They courted the face on the screen, the face of translucence, the face of wax on which men found it possible to imprint the image of their fantasy.

The imaginary is what tends to become real.

It is not that I lack attention or interest....but even though I am extremely sensitive to the outside world, I can never fully believe in its reality...The real world always remains somewhat fantastic for me...I have no feeling of its reality.

You tell me I'm a dreamer. Perhaps I am. But, in truth, I think it is you who seeks to escape, not I." For

THE RED FAIRY BOOK

Both had the fantasy; neither had carried it out.

For almost all of human history, tools were quite limited. They weren't everywhere; they were in specific places. Tools were in the field (agricultural tools) or in the kitchen (cooking tools) or in the toolshed (work tools). And while tools helped us do our work, they didn't work on their own. The dream of a tool that would work by itself was strictly the stuff of magic or fantasy—the sorcerer's apprentice's dream of a broom that would clean up by itself.

Yes it is," says the monster.

THE 13-STOREY MONKEY HOUSE

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

Fantasy love is much better than Reality Love.

I think it would be very glamorous to be reincarnated as a great big ring on Liz Taylor's finger.

So today if you see a person who looks like your teenage fantasy walking down the street, it's probably not your fantasy, but someone who had the same fantasy as you and decided instead of getting it or being it, to look like it, and so he went to the store and bought the look that you both like. So forget it. Just think about all the James Deans and what it means.