Quotes About Fantasy

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.

He guessed he had better face up to it and admit, watching the shabby rowboat approach the bank, that she was just too darn close to that picture he had been carting around in his head, of a girl he had never met, of a girl made up of bits and pieces of other girls known wisely and not too well.

Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes; When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.

I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.

In a vivid insight, a flash of black lightning, he saw that all life was parallel: that evolution was not vertical, ascending to a perfection, but horizontal. Time was a great fallacy; existence was without history, was always now, was always this being caught in the same fiendish machine. All those painted screens erected by man to shut out reality - history, religion, duty, social position, all were illusions, mere opium fantasies. - The French Lieutenant's Woman

It's like living in the Arabian Nights. Being the favourite in the harem. But the one perfume you really want is freedom.

If I could only escape, if I could only escape... he murmured the words to himself a dozen times; then metaphorically shook himself for being so impractical, so romantic, so dutiless.

And I'll tell you what a modern satyr is. He's someone who invents a woman on paper so that he can force her to say and do things no real woman in her right mind ever would.

I would love you all the day, every night we would kiss and play, if with me you'd fondly stray, over the hills and far away.

But who can distinguish between falling in love and imagining falling in love? Even genuinely falling in love is an act of the imagination.

But this is what we do: we dream on, and our dreams escape us almost as vividly as we can imagine them. That's what happens, like it or not. And because that is what happens, this is what we need: we need a good, smart bear.

According to my mother, I was a fiction writer before I'd written any ficton, by wich she meant not only that I invented things, or made things up, but that I prefered this kind of fantasising or pure imagining to what other people generally liked - she meant reality, of course.

There was a twofold awkwardness attached to Juan Diego's attempts to have sex with the life-size Guadalupe doll—better said, the awkwardness of Juan Diego's imagining he was having sex with the plastic virgin.

But this is what we do: we dream on, and our dreams escape us almost as vividly as we can imagine them. That's what happens, like it or not.

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.

Real are the dreams of gods, and soothly pass their pleasures in a long immortal dream.

I have clung To nothing, lov'd a nothing, nothing seen Or felt but a great dream!

The imagination may be compared to adams dream. He awoke and found it truth.

Oh, sweet Fancy! Let her loose; Everything is spoilt by use (...) Let the winged Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home

Of course," Ignatius said in a thoughtful, serious voice, "this could be a worldwide deception." The red sateen scarf rode up and down. "The next war could turn out to be one massive orgy. Good grief. How many of the military leaders of the world may simply be deranged old sodomites acting out some fake fantasy role? Actually, this might be quite beneficial to the world. It could mean an end to war forever. This could be the key to lasting peace.

So long ago, was it in a dream, was it just a dream?

For (Levi) Grossman, no books feel more like home than C. S. Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia, which provide the template for what he likes to read—and how he wants to write.

I don't think anything is as magical as a fairy tale experience by a child.

You experience the films through the actors, so they're all locked into your imagination in some kind of layer of fantasy or hatred or wherever they settle into your imagination.