Quotes About Fantasy

I love Mary Poppins - when I was little I was obsessed with it.

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

The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.

A love affair begins with a fantasy. For instance, that the beloved will always be there.

Gunn, like me, has a James Bond obsession. He would love to be James Bond, and it's a great role that I would love to be, someday.

I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.

I dream in colour, and its always very surreal. My dream world is complete Hieronymus Bosch and Dali. I love it, I look forward to it every night

"Money to Burn" is a fantasy. I mean, I would love for that to be a true story. Most of my songs are written in metaphors.

People love escapism and there should be a place for it.

And you love to read, you love to escape, right?

I think it reflects well on the state of animation that people are knowledgeable about it and love the fantasy and imagination that goes into it.

Rory, do you want to go live in the sky? On a Pegasus?

He's just a boy, pretending to be a wolf, pretending to be king

I'll eat you up!

There are] games children must conjure up to combat an awful fact of childhood: the fact of their vulnerability to fear, anger, hate and frustration - all the emotions that are an ordinary part of their lives and that they can perceive only as as ungovernable and dangerous forces. To master these forces, children turn to fantasy: that imagined world where disturbing emotional situations are solved to their satisfaction.

Truthfullness to life—both fantasy life and factual life—is the basis of all great art.

And the wild things...gnashed their terrible teeth ...

Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him—and it was still hot.

But I mean, c'mon! Magic potions? Tell me you wouldn't be losing it too!

We talked about constellations—the usual thing, when two people haven't yet discovered which one knows less about the stars than the other; the rest is romantic fantasy, which I can't bear.

The whole world lived inside the gourd, the earth a green and blue pearl like the one the dragon plays with.

I couldn't tell where the stories left off and the dreams began, her voice the voice of the heroines in my sleep.

There is a much-loved region in the American fantasy where pale white women float eternally under black magnolia trees, and white men with soft hands brush wisps of wisteria from the creamy shoulders of their lady loves. Harmonious black music drifts like perfume through this precious air, and nothing of a threatening nature intrudes. The South I returned to, however, was flesh-real and swollen-belly poor.

They were using her feinting body to erase their present and catapult themselves into a fantasy where sex-starved women lay submissive and split open like red, ripe watermelons.