Quotes About Fantasy

Ya no hay demasiados seres fantásticos en los que creer. Establecemos nuestro hogar en los escasos bosques que nos quedan. Pronto ya no quedarán ni ésos.

Y ya nadie cree en los seres fantásticos —agregó Jared, pero luego pensó en Lucinda—. Al menos nadie que esté cuerdo.

Vosotros queréis la libertad —señaló el elfo que parecía tener cuernos. Jared se percató de que en realidad eran hojas—. Nosotros queremos el libro de Arthur.

Vaya —exclamó—. ¿Dónde estamos? Una fuerte carcajada sonó por encima de sus cabezas. —Casi nunca llegan tan lejos..., o tan cerca, según cómo se mire —dijo una criatura encaramada en un árbol.

Toda esa magia... era una estafa. Parecía estupenda, pero en el fondo era tan decepcionante como todo lo demás.

Never abandon imagination

A good old-fashioned romance is the antidote to escape from the harsh realities of the world.

Pearls' burst out the Snork Maiden excitedly. 'Could ankle rings be made out of pearls?' 'I should think they could,' said Moomintoll. 'Ankle-rings, and nose-rings and ear-rings and engagement rings...

Can you win anything better than the useless rewards of a fantastical imagination?

Er hatte hundert Nächte und hundert Tage geschlafen, und jetzt wimmelten die Träume noch um ihn herum und wollten ihn wieder in den Schlaf zurückziehen.

I always loved 'Gullivers Travel's. A giant man in a tiny world, a tiny man in a giant world. And there is one line I remember, though perhaps I imagined it: 'I like a tiny man with a lot of spunk in him.' Well, I'm a tiny man and so have I. And I can prove it.

Strangely enough, you'll find the less sex a person has, the less they masturbate. I have a close friend who assures me she has only masturbated five times in her life. Of course, there is the theory that she doesn't have a vagina. Then again, I know for a fact that most of her daily life, including her work, is wrapped up in fantasy. Leaving her eyes crystal clear.

What happened at the battle was just like magic! The Cronies disappeared, but it wasn't tragic. One by one they popped far away. Where they went, nobody can say!

Urban Fantasy is the orphan left on the doorstep that no-one knows what to do with.

A YOUNG COMPUTER ENGINEER, known to be one of the most skillful in Westborough's basement, said he had a fantasy about a better job than his. In it, he goes to work as a janitor for a computer company whose designs leave much to be desired. There, at night, disguised by mop and broom, he sneaks into the offices of the company's engineers and corrects the designs on their blackboards and desks.

You lack freedom, so you fantasize about it.

You are the evil scientist of your desires. - Ignacio Rivera

Happy endings are a luxury of fiction.

Achati chuckled. "You may be surprised. Some might come in the hopes of being snatched away to a secret place ruled by exotic women.

Oooh," Peril said, momentarily distracted by the idea of an enchanted piece of cheese.

Great," Glory said. "How about a trail of cow parts, too? And a map of where we're going? Or perhaps we could set this part of the forest on fire, just to make sure everyone knows how to find us. Would you like me to spell out 'DRAGONETS WUZ HERE' in giant rocks?

Scrolls," Jambu said. "Um. Those are . . . ?" Starflight looked as if someone had just asked him whether breathing was really necessary.

Try a RainWing. They're always asleep.

Dazzling, Grandeur, Exquisite," Glory muttered, adding those to the list of things she'd memorized in the last day. "And the last one? Let me guess — Splendiferous? Astonishing? Too Beautiful for Dragon Eyes to Bear?" "That's Fruit Bat," said Kinkajou.