Quotes About Fantasy

She came as everything I had dreamed of. <3And the worst part? She remained a dream. :')

If people want to believe in Hollywood movies, let them believe in Hollywood movies. Being romantic is not a disease.

A wanton women is ripened fruit, ' Constanze intoned, 'begging to be plucked by the Goblin King.

Tonight, can we just pretend that you want me too?

Tonight, can we just pretend you want me too?

She's just a girl who dreams too deeply for this world.

Come to my reality, but day or night, don't make me stop dreaming.

When your dreams get fulfilled in dreams, wouldn't you rather skip reality?

Then I wondered, what if?What if he kissed me? What if he told me I was beautiful? What if he told me he loved me?What would I say in return?

If you take steps based on fantasies and illusions, you shall meet realities and remember the had I knows in sorrow

You're just the girl of my dreamsBut it seems my dreams never come true

I spend one evening with a handsome merman, and I become a silly mermaid with a crush.

We All hate our Daily Lives, That why We Fantasise About that one moment When Fantasy Becomes Our Reality, Then We Love Our Lives

She made the beast rear its ugly head. Stirred fantasies in my mind I would have never otherwise entertained. Owning her wasn't enough. Controlling her didn't douse the inferno blazing inside me.

I write fiction. It may have mystery, it may have horror, it may have fantasy, it may have love, but like life, it's all the same genre.

Holy sea turtles!" - Arabella Valli, The Equinox (Book Two of the Summer Solstice Series)

There is nothing better, than sleeping and dreaming beside you —It's like having a dream within a dream.

Il mio mestiere è scrivere delle storie, cose inventate o cose che ricordo della mia vita ma comunque storie, cose dove non c'entra la cultura ma soltanto la memoria e la fantasia. Questo è il mio mestiere, e io lo farò fino alla morte

Las palabras se habían ido acumulando en su interior sobre todo durante aquella última época en la que había guardado cama con la pierna enyesada fantaseando con las cartas que le llegaban de Viareggio, fumando y abanicándose apoyada en los cojines y rodeada de interlocutores imaginarios y de siluetas inciertas y cambiantes que asentían sonriendo.

Facts are the barren branches on which we hang the dear, obscuring foliage of our dreams.

Winnie did not believe in fairy tales. She had never longed for a magic wand, did not expect to marry a prince, and was scornful—most of the time—of her grandmother's elves. So now she sat, mouth open, wide-eyed, not knowing what to make of this extraordinary story. It couldn't—not a bit of it—be true. And yet:

I can't help what I dream.

Nonsense. It's elves!

Why not make a fiction of the mind's fictions?