Quotes About Fantasy

nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

She set them up on a date with their subconscious because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.

The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

My secret wish is right now to be romancing this dead girl. A dead girl. Any dead girl. I'm not what you'd call choosy.

Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.

Once someone who draws superheroes draws your picture , you never want to go back to reality .

On a night without the moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.

Okay! You are now firing a gun at your imaginary friend, next to 40,000 POUNDS OF NITROGLYCERINE!

The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it, because it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles, wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.

Porque nada es tan perfecto como uno lo imagina.

L'irreale è più potente del reale. Perché la realtà non arriva mai al grado di perfezione cui può spingersi l'immaginazione.

The key to a fertile imagination is filling your mind with bullshit.

perchè la realtà non arriva mai dove può spingersi l'immaginazione. Nessuna donna è davvero bella come lo è nella tua testa. Niente è eccitante quanto la tua fantasia.

You grab the core essence of a true problem and swaddle it in the mad glittery ribbons of fantasy — and therein you find glorious new permutations of conflict. Reality expressed in mind-boggling ways. Reach for fantasy. Find the reality.

Of course it's a wizard van.

Look for the little story. Look for the story about people. Then you wrap it in a generous swaddling of space ninjas and swamp monsters and explodey-boom-boom-pyoo-pyoo-zap.

I would straight up fuck a snowman right now

The Wizard" was like if the Who fucked Led Zeppelin and Blue Öyster Cult at an orgy after an opium-laden game of Dungeons & Dragons.

who having learnt the art of self-tormenting, are diligently and zealously employed in creating an imaginary world, which they can never inhabit, only to make the real world, with which they must necessarily be conversant, gloomy and insupportable.

And then, into the fantasy, as into a dream, would come the thought: it's not like this anymore; the world has changed. Just the way, even at that time fully two years after my mother's death, I'd catch myself thinking about her as alive; and would suddenly remember, an admonitory finger of grief upon my breast, that she was gone.

Life is about deciding what matters. It's about the fantasy that determines the reality. Have you ever asked yourself whether you'd rather fly or be invisible?

Have you ever asked yourself whether you'd rather fly or be invisible?

Life is about deciding what matters. It's about the fantasy that determines the reality.

I always thought I'd live in Paris, Rome, Madrid—at least for a while. It strikes me now that I didn't dream of Zanzibar or Papeete or Tashkent: even my fantasy was cautious, a good girl's fantasy, a blanched almond of a fantasy. Today, even that is enough to clench my fists and curl my toes. In