Quotes About Fantasy

Voglio dire che io fiuto le belle storie a chilometri di distanza. Quindi non tenti di nascondermene una. Sputi fuori, forza, e in cambio si guadagna una fetta di questo fantastico dolce con i buchi - soggiunse in tono scherzoso.

Oh, pestiferous parasols!" grumbled Sorrel.

It must be a dangerous world." Meggie was trying to imagine it all: the giants, the trolls, and the fairies. Mo had once given her a book about fairies. Dustfinger shrugged. "Yes, it's dangerous, so what? This world's dangerous, too, isn't it?

Goblins burrowed in the earth, elves sang songs in the trees: those were the obvious wonders of reading, but behind them lay the fundamental marvel that, in stories, words could command things to be. Francis Spufford, The Child That Books Built

Voleva tornare nel suo sogno. Forse era ancora lì, da qualche parte dietro le palpebre abbassate. Forse alle ciglia era rimasta attaccata un po' di felicità, come la polvere d'oro delle fatine della buonanotte.

Noch eind Land, das ich zum ersten Mal hinter den Spiegeln bereise. Ich kenne deine Welt so viel besser als meine. - Jacob

Sie wird eine Füchsin zur Mutter haben und einen Vater, der aus einer anderer Welt stammt und den Namen Reckless zu Recht trägt. All deine Spiegel werden zerspringen und sie wird dein wahres Gesicht kennen.

I wish I could do that, it whispered. I'd like to bring them out of books, touch them, all those characters, all those wonderful characters. I want them to come out of the pages and sit beside me, I want them to smile at me, I want, I want, I want...

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air. William Shakespeare, Romeo and

She looked inquiringly at Meggie. "Do you like Alice in Wonderland?" "Not particularly," said Meggie, staring at the map. Elinor shook her head at such childish folly and turned back to Dustfinger.

Las malas historias no despiertan a la vida. No hay ningún Dedo Polvoriento en ellas.

She dreamed of martens in black jackets and a book in a brown paper cover.

Cornelia Funke

Wake up, Dustfinger!" it said. "Come Back. The story isn't over yet.

But to the last question," Zelig replied, "he probably flew to beyond the Dark Regions, where people don't go and cattle don't stray, where the sky is copper, the earth iron, and where the evil forces live under roofs of petrified toadstools and in tunnels abandoned by moles." Isaac Bashevis Singer, Naftali the Storyteller and His Horse, Sus

The reason there's no use looking," said Mr. Beaver, "is that we know already where he's gone!" Everyone stared in amazement. "Don't you understand?" said Mr. Beaver. "He's gone to her, to the White Witch. He has betrayed us all." C. S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking

The first Dragon was enough to give you nightmares. The second Dragon was enough to give your nightmares nightmares.

In my beginning is my end....there were Dragons when I was a boy.

the witch softly, 'for the dragons' days are numbered

There was a fantasy aspect to our time together that I don't think prepared us for some of the mundane daily struggles life has in store.

If a viewer responds to Botticelli's Venus with an erotic desire, as if she is a pinup, he is actually not appreciating her for her beauty. And if someone enjoys looking at a Gauguin painting of Tahiti while fantasizing about going on vacation there, then they no longer have an aesthetic relation to its beauty.

We must select the illusion which appeals to our temperament, and embrace it with passion.

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything as you like it, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose, and it's always daisy-time.