Quotes About Fantasy

those people live in a dystopian fantasy where they're the heroes in a world full of threats.

If I don't shut down my brain soon, my imagination will take off so far about what could be with this guy, that nothing will ever just be.-- Norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

Once upon a time, Sleeping Beauty decided to take a nap from which she would never wake up.

I mean, like most guys, you carry around this girl in your head, who is exactly who you want her to be. The person you think you will love the most. And every girl you are with gets measured against this girl in your head. So this girl with the red notebook - it makes sense. If you never met her, she never has to get measured. She can be the girl in your head.

So this chocolate princess. Her knight in shining armor is the Easter Bunny.

It wasn't about the fantasy. That was now replaced with hope and belief that it could happen, for real.

Of course you want to get to know her. But at the same time, you want to feel like you already know her. That you will know her instantly. Such a fairy tale.

no one is ever who you want them to be. And the less you really know them, the more likely you are to confuse them with the girl or boy in your head.

What's of more concern: If I don't shut down my brain soon, my imagination will take off so far about what could be with this guy, that nothing will ever be able to just be.

Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? But realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by.

Don't do it for the sake of doing it, but don't wait for a fantasy, either.

It's the great male fantasy-all it takes is one dance to know that she's the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know-this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing in front of you. Yes, girls want princes, but boys want their princesses just as much.

I couldn't make up anything as weird as what is.

I longed to pluck a volume off a shelf and escape into its pages, for even the nightmare worlds of Lovecraft, Poe, or Bram Stoker would be more appealing than the real world in which we had to live.

Maybe the mobile was why, all these years later, he sometimes dreamed that he could fly.

He's not just your standard-issue cult con man who convinced a bunch of weak-minded followers that he has a direct line to God. He pretty much thinks he is a god, a god of sorts, immortal or destined to be. His PR became his dream of who he was, and his dream evolved into a toxic fantasy, and the fantasy became his truth. He's enchanted by all the lies that are his life.

Fantasy is a doorway to superstition. Talking animals, humble pig, a clever spider - A corrupting influence...the first step in a life of unreason and irrational beliefs... It would've been better if they hit us. Much better. Bruises, broken bones - that's the kind of thing gets the attention of Child Protective Services.

She told him that she wished he would come to life for her, the way that he had come to life in the wonderful story, and she really did wish it, want it, need it. She could so clearly see him rising from the page of the book as he had risen from the baker's tray before setting out into the city. When the incident began, it was pure Disney. But not for long.

science fiction

fata morgana

Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare, which he painted in 1781.

because real life was plotted like Tolkien on methamphetamine

On Books: Around her, thousands of times and places, people and worlds, from Mars to Egypt to Yoknapatawpha County, were closed up in the bindings of books like the shine trapped under the tarnished veneer of a brass lamp. She could almost feel them waiting to dazzle with the first turn of a page, come alive with brilliant colors and pungent odors and delicious aromas, with laughter and sobbing and cries and whispers. Books were packaged dreams.

he was living in a dream world, then he never wanted to wake up.