Quotes About Fantasy

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, much too strong for fantasy, Therefore thou wak'd'st me wisely; yet My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it. Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice To make dreams truths, and fables histories; Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best, Not to dream all my dream, let's act the rest.

But you're out of another world old kid … You ought to live on top of the Woolworth Building in an apartment made of cutglass and cherry blossoms.

It wasn't that I wanted to know her now. I wanted to have already known her. I wanted her fears and her desires to have shaped my life. I know this is not love, of course. What it is is a queer feeling of nostalgia for an impossible future, for what can never be. That's fantasy. Love is different.

I was a shy ugly kid who led a big fantasy life. I thought I was an angel sent from heaven, to cure polio. When Dr. Salk did that I was really pissed off.

I actually pointed my wand and it blew up! The power! The power was just like Angry Birds, but big [as] life.

In another life, I would be your girl. Capable of making promises. We would rule the world.

In another life, I would be your belle

I live a life that most girls only dream of.

I am not interested in slice of life, what I want is a slice of the imagination.

I have an imagination because my life is so boring that my imagination lets me get off the reality of what's going on.

Life would have been absolutely empty without imagination.

Why do I find the fantasy - husband, family, kids - exhausting instead of alluring? Is there something wrong with me? Do I have a life?

Life being full of harsh realities, we seek relief from them in a variety of pleasing delusions.

Reality always outstrips fiction. Whatever you make up, something more incredible always pops up in real life.

In the places I go there are things that I see that I never could spell if I stopped with the Z.

When we dream, we create. All of life is a dream or a series of waking dreams. We dream our surroundings. We dream our friends, our relations. We dream our bodies. We dream our dreams.

Your whole life is nothing but a dream. You live in a fantasy where everything you know about yourself is only true for you. Your truth is not the truth for anyone else.

Until we Dream of Life and Life becomes a Dream.

All fiction comes from a little bit of reality, otherwise it would have no relevance. The fun is in innovation, take something real like this fair, and make it something larger than life.

After all, life is not a Hindi movie.

So much of reading and writing to me is about being elsewhere, no matter how much I love where I am.

I just had a crazy, wild imagination all my life, and science fiction is the greatest outlet for me.

My life exists in an imagined reality.