Quotes About Fantasy

A wonder tale can be truer than true, I said. I had learned (...) that the deepest kind of truth can be found in the strangest and wildest of stories. One may not meet a fire-breathing dragon on the way to the well. One may not encounter an army of toothed snakes in the woodshed. That does not make the wisdom in those tales any less real.

But in a song or a tale, anything is possible

If one clung too closely to reality, the result might well be far from realistic.

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An affair with you, of course, was the shameless fantasy of the mask. Even though I wanted to feel something, hope for something, attempt something, the poison of jealousy (I had deliberately begun to forget it, though it was the root of all these fancies) recovered its breath and began to check the flow of blood in my veins.

Manche von uns haben Lieblingsbücher, die sie nie gelesen haben. Manche sogar welche, die nie geschrieben wurden. Dieses hier ist eines von meinen, und deshalb schreibe ich es auf.

Eines Tages«, sagte sie, »fange ich Träume ein wie Schmetterlinge.« »Und dann?«, fragte er. »Lege ich sie zwischen die Seiten dicker Bücher und presse sie zu Worten.« »Was, wenn jemand immer nur von dir träumt?« »Dann sind wir beide vielleicht schon Worte in einem Buch. Zwei Namen zwischen all den anderen.«

One day, she said, I'll catch dreams like butterflies. And then what? he asked. Then I'll put them between the pages of big, fat books and press them until they're words. Suppose there's someone who never dreams of anything but you? Maybe then we're both words in a book. Two names among all the others.

Die ganze Welt verwechselt mich mit einem Idioten, der eine Elfe vögelt und mit Engeln spricht. Wie erwachsen ist das?

the dream had come again, like the sun after a storm. It was the same dream that had come many times before, battering down the doors of my mind night after night since i was a child. it was the sort of dreams all girls dream, i suppose- a dream of mysterious worlds and hidden doorways, of leaves that breathe and make music when they are rustled in the wind, and river that bubbles and froth with secrets.

Perhaps to them the first condition for anything having real charm was this: that it must not really exist.

A night that began with mind-reading a grateful crustacean and ended with drunken elves would be a night to remember.

A few years ago when she'd read Paul several passages from Fifty Shades of Grey, they'd both giggled like teenagers. The biggest fantasy in that book, Paul had said, is that he changes in the end.

Since this wedding that never happened is my fantasy, that boy is clean-­shaven on your special day, hair combed neatly, slightly nervous as he stands by the preacher, looking at you the way I always wanted a man to look at you: kind, loving, slightly in awe

Criticism has plucked the imaginary flowers on the chain not in order that man shall continue to bear that chain without fantasy or consolation, but so that he shall throw off the chain and pluck the living flower.

Perseus wore a magic cap down over his eyes and ears as a make-believe that there are no monsters.

I've always wanted to kick a duck up the ass.

If Bertie was a god (a favourite fantasy), she would be manufacturing things there was a shortage of - bees, tigers, dormice - not flip-flops and phone covers and toothpaste.

She had never been without a book for as long as she could remember. An only child never is. Literature had fuelled her childhood fantasies and convinced her that one day she would be the heroine of her own narrative.

I think it's very much a men's thing to be able to have that fantasy to kill the beast.

Each man dreams his own heaven.

The imagination of a eunuch dwells more and longer upon the material of love than that of man or woman ... supplying, so far as he can, by speculation, the place of pleasures he can no longer enjoy.

Without dreams and phantoms man cannot exist.

Men are always doomed to be duped, not so much by the arts of the other as by their own imagination. They are always wooing goddesses, and marrying mere mortals.