Quotes About Fantasy

See, if you're nice to people, they'll turn into fire skeletons and fight giant glowing man-gods.

Words are so wonderful to read, so nourishing to the mind. But really! It's just a fantasy. One doesn't eat words! one reads them

For me, as much as for anyone else, the Romans are a subject not just of history and inquiry but also of imagination and fantasy, horror and fun.

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

N bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.

Romance has been elegantly defined as the offspring of fiction and love.

Boys are like hillucinations, they aren't there, and they never really were.

I want a love like they have in the movies.

Why can't love be a fairy tale?

It is every woman's dream to be some man's dream woman.

Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for it lies in mere fantasy.

Love, love, love -- all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

All I know is that you love me...in my dreams.

Love is the exchange of two fantasies and the contact of two skins.

Disney movies also taught me that my main goal in life, is to find a fu..ing prince and marry him.

I wished that the chains would break and the wind would sweep me up, up, up into the sky, beyond the clouds, beyond the sun and the moon, to some marvelous kingdom where no one ever changed and friends were friends for life.

Darkness was my ally. It made me forget the world I was in and invited me to dream of another.

Once upon a time, long long ago, before monsters roamed the earth, all the stars hung quietly in the sky, and great cities of wonder and light reached up to meet them.

It was a once upon a time world that used to be.

The thing about a mark is they've created lies in their head, a story they've invented that they desperately want to believe, a fantasy that merely needs to be fed.

Sometimes dreams are only dreams, Synové

For a few minutes, a wish put a sword in my hand and gave me power over the grimness of our world.

Maybe sometimes life and fantasies and family did not all go completely wrong. But I had loved and been loved deeply and completely, not once but twice in my life. I would not trade that for all the riches that Montegue had to offer.

They were dreamers—and they dreamt themselves into the cemetery.