Quotes About Fantasy

You know what they say about boys next door...

I think what you wear on Halloween is important. It says something about you--who you are and what you want to be. There's got to be a reason so many girls go around dressed as princesses and witches.

Ayer los dos soñábamos con un mundo perfecto . . . (Yesterday, we were dreaming a perfect world . . .) —"QUÉ HICISTE

I'm a hopeless romantic. It's disgusting. It really is. I've seen 'While You Were Sleeping', like, twenty times, and I still believe in the whole Prince Charming thing.

Sometimes make-believe is just another word for rare.

In the past six weeks, I'd been shot at, blown up, kidnapped, and paraded around as the living, breathing embodiment of Cinderella stories. To the world, I was a scandal, a mystery, a curiosity, a fantasy.

I laid my head on his neck, and the two of us-girl and wolf-fell asleep, into a dream within a dream.

Everything?" Jameson repeated in a rough, low tone that made me think of what the two of us could be doing if I were there with him.

Sometimes, you have an idea of a person - about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all it is: an idea.

A: Anyone who looks like she does has to be somebody... B: What does she look like? A: An ice cream. I had a spoon I would have eaten her.

A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy...It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.

Angélique loved solitude; and it was a real and joyous recreation for her to spend time alone in her bedroom, evening and morning: here she could give free rein to her fantasy, and escape into the world of her daydreams.

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Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods? The unsuspecting trees Brought out their burrs and mosses His fantasy to please. He scanned their trinkets, curious, He grasped, he bore away. What will the solemn hemlock, What will the fir-tree say?

You were only in love with the idea of love. And now you are in love with the idea of a broken heart…

He was a symbol of independence and possibility. The ultimate fantasy.

She says that everyone creates a version of her life that she wishes were true and tries to believe.

When do you suppose we could go up the Faraway Tree?' Frannie kept asking. 'Oh, do let's go, Joe.

Watzisname, where are Silky and Moon-Face?

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If it looks like a Dwarf, and it smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf or a latrine wearing dungerees.

Orion brightened. I have an idea. Yes? said Foaly, daring to hope that a spark of Artemis remained. Why don't we look for some magic stones that can grant wishes? Or, if that doesn't work, you could search my naked body for some mysterious birthmark that means I am actually the prince of somewhere or other.

Holly is alive,' thought Foaly 'My princess lives,'exulted Orion. 'And we're chasing a dragon

Butler was seeing the world as it was, complete with L.E.P retrival team