Quotes About Fantasy

He'd fantasized about her too? "You don't have to fantasize anymore, " she murmured...

The aspect of kind of living in your imagination and creating a more romantic vision of the world than the reality that you're given - that's definitely something I can sort of relate to.

Being Doctor Who, I used to look at the clock and know at half past four we were going to stop rehearsing - and that was a sad moment for me because I wanted to stay in this beautiful, unreal world.

To be able to see into a friends' dream is a dream in itself. -Doctor K?saku Tokita (Paprika)

It is not your fault; you are ill. And the name of your illness is: FANCY.

Would one not say that these lines had been written yesterday ? More than ever our age of unrest makes us the prey of impulses, and to the majority of our contemporaries, the robe, half green and half yellow (by recalling to them the worship of common sense), will become a fetish, more precious than all the amulets with which superstition loves to adorn logic, or to incorporate fantastic outline in the classic setting of beautiful jewels.

Daydreaming is not an intellectual process but rather an escape from intellectualism.

Fin dall'inizio ogni mia fantasia fu tinteggiata di disperazione, stranamente compiuta e somigliante di per se stessa a desiderio struggente

For the average man, driven as he is by lurid fantasies, there is almost nothing more deliciously titillating than the contemplation, from a safe distance, of evil laid out in its cause and effect.

Devant ce que j'avais si longtemps attendu, devant ce que j'avais par avance trop embelli au cours de mes rêveries; il ne me restait finalement qu'un seul recours : la fuite.

That is because one must proceed from clarity, and the smallest element of miscalculation produces fantasy, and fantasy produces beauty.

Dreaming was for the moviegoers, fingering their pulpy paper tickets

Tener segreto questo pensiero fu piacevole e allo stesso tempo triste. Quando sentivano di riuscire a volare insieme, spinti dalla potenza dell'amore, dovunque in quel cielo fino alla lontana riva opposta, l'idea di possedere le ali rendeva così reale le loro fantasie. purtroppo entrambi, credendo che solo l'altro avesse le ali, provarono un immenso sconforto perchè erano sicuri che un giorno o l'amato sarebbe volato via da solo".

I will steal your dreams tonight. Dark

I glimpsed Alice in Wonderland. Her voice smelled like an orange, though I'd never peeled an orange. I knocked on the walls, in a circle.

As long as he fought imaginary giants, Don Quixote was just play-acting. However once he actually kills someone, he will cling to his fantasies for all he is worth, because only they give meaning to his tragic misdeed. Paradoxically, the more sacrifices we make for an imaginary story, the more tenaciously we hold on to it, because we desperately want to give meaning to those sacrifices and to the suffering we have caused.

Homo sapiens can speak about things that don't really exist, and believe six impossible things before breakfast.

politicians.' It is much easier to live with the fantasy, because the fantasy gives meaning to the suffering. Priests discovered this principle thousands of years ago.

Liberalism sanctifies the narrating self, and allows it to vote in the polling stations, in the supermarket and in the marriage market. For centuries this made good sense, because though the narrating self believed in all kinds of fictions and fantasies, no alternative system knew me better. Yet once we have a system that really does know me better, it will be foolhardy to leave authority in the hands of the narrating self.

He still dreams about Cinderella and she keeps pining for Prince Charming, while they argue about whose turn it is to take out the rubbish.

Bereitwillig glaubten die Menschen an Engel und Elfen, aber dass ein winziger Floh oder ein einziger Tropfen Wasser eine ganze Armada tödlicher Jäger enthielt, konnten sie sich nicht vorstellen.

Death is the only fantasy that becomes real for all humans."

Go and copulate with yon purple lizard.

I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.