Quotes About Fantasy

everything written is at least in part fantasy. Except maybe the national budget. That's horror.

often, one can be in love with who they think someone is, while being blinded by their own desires. And just as often, instead of being in love with a lover, one is in love with love.

a very complicated board game that used miniatures, stacks of books, and strange dice

It is only a fairy tale. They always end sadly.

Mercedes Lackey

Elves - You can't live with them and there's just no resale value.

Mercedes Lackey

And when it comes down to cases, everything written is at least in part a fantasy. Except maybe for the national budget. That's horror.

Forse non siete a conoscenza, ma vostra madre aveva il sangue cattivo. Molto cattivo. Oppure sognate degli ermellini.

Imagination runs most surely over land that it knows.

Mervyn Peake

But there are men for whom the unattainable has a special attraction. Usually they are not experts: their ambitions and fantasies are strong enough to brush aside the doubts which more cautious men might have. Determination and faith are their strongest weapons. At best such men are regarded as eccentric; at worst, mad . . . Three things these men have in common: faith in themselves, great determination and endurance. *

The use of the commodity is the name and image of the commodity itself. Use-value is irrelevant to the form of consumption – and fantasy, wish, or interpretation – that seals the relation of image to consciousness. In the 'real abstraction' that constitutes the fully realized industrial commodity

I feel like Alice in Wonderland. Maybe Lewis G Carroll was on drugs too.

While the patriarchal boys in hip-hop crew may talk about keeping it real, there has been no musical culture with black men at the forefront of its creation that has been steeped in the politics of fantasy and denial as the more popular strands of hip-hop.

In popular culture love is always the stuff of fantasy. Maybe this is why men have done most of the theorizing about love. Fantasy has primarily been their domain, both in the sphere of cultural production and in everyday life. Male fantasy is seen as something that can create reality, whereas female fantasy is regarded as pure escape.

Now my feeling is that our hope lies in reality because the culture of empire--the capitalist, hedonistic patriarchal culture is driven by fantasy--an addiction to fantasy. To the extent that we can encourage and promote facing reality, we have concrete reasons to hope.

male fantasy is seen as something that can create reality, whereas female fantasy is regarded as pure escape

Maybe this is why men have one most of the theorizing about love. Fantasy has primarily been their domain, both in the sphere of cultural production and in everyday life. Male fantasy is seen as something that can create reality, whereas female fantasy is regarded as pure escape.

As John Welwood reminds us in Journey of the Heart: The Path of Conscious Love, "dreaming that love will save us, solve all our problems or provide a steady state of bliss or security only keeps us stuck in wishful fantasy, undermining the real power of the love—which is to transform us.

How painful and absurd, this fantasy that your own labors might in turn be redeemed by strangers centuries and perhaps continents away who would need to hear what you had to whisper, this delusion that you were doing anything other than babbling because you like the sounds it makes, like a child blowing bubbles into milk.

Oh, don't worry, I am perfectly aware of the fantasy involved here, but what we want is almost never exempt from the impossible. That barrier has very little meaning for me these days. Given what's happened, the impossible is just a blind spot that dissolves if we move our heads fast enough. History seems to show that the impossible is probably the most likely thing of all.

How did one even fraternize with people who could not entertain vivid scenarios of self-mutilation? How was the sexual act even possible if one's partner could not entertain being crushed under a truck, just as a cathartic exercise? What important piece of her brain was missing that deprived her of such, well, deeply necessary acts of physical editing ?

Me? I'm too boring to have nightmares." He laughed. "Hell, I don't think I even dream.