Quotes About Fantasy

Wouldn't it be lovely, Miss Shirley, if some one could just wave a wand and make everybody beautiful? she said wistfully. Just fancy my feelings, Miss Shirley, if I suddenly fould myself beautiful! But then....with a sigh...if we were all beauties who would do the work? Anne of Windy Poplars

After all, it is fairy tales the world wants. Real life is all the real life we want. Give us something better in books.

I think you'd better learn to control that imagination of yours, Anne, if you can't distinguish between what is real and what isn't," said Marilla crossly.

when you ARE imagining you might as well imagine something worth while

But I just went to work and imagined that I had on the most beautiful pale blue silk dress – because when you are imagining you might as well imagine something worthwhile –

Do you never imagine things different from what they really are?" "No." "Oh! Oh, Miss – Marilla, how much you miss!

You ought to cultivate your imagination, you know.

Los dos sabían que la imaginación era la mejor forma de acceder a un mundo de felicidad y alegría

It had always seemed to Emily, ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty. Between it and herself hung only a thin curtain; she could never draw the curtain aside—but sometimes, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it and then it was as if she caught a glimpse of the enchanting realm beyond—only a glimpse—and heard a note of unearthly music.

Dreams and make-believes are all very well in the daytime and the sunshine, but when dark and storm come they fail to satisfy. One wants real things then. But you don't know this . . . seventeen never knows it.

dreamed last night that I was chased all around by a fearful goblin with a big layer cake for a head.

I don't believe I could live at times if I didn't pretend things.

EÄŸer kendimle ilgili kurduÄŸum hayalleri anlatmama izin verirseniz, çok daha ilginç olduÄŸunu göreceksiniz.

Bence ay, rüyalarla dolu alt?ndan küçük bir tekne. Ve teknenin burnu bir buluta deÄŸdiÄŸinde, rüyalardan baz?lar? tekneden dökülüp senin uykular?na girer.

Fakat hayaller diyar?nda dolaÅŸaca?? zaman oraya tek ba??na gitmesi gerektiÄŸini uzun zaman önce öÄŸrenmiÅŸti. Oraya giden yol, en sevdiÄŸi arkada??n?n bile Anne'i takip edemeyeceÄŸi, büyülü bir yoldu.

The goblins of her fancy lurked in every shadow about her, reaching out their cold, fleshless hands to grasp the terrified small girl who had called them into being. A white strip of birch bark blowing up from the hollow over the brown floor of the grove made her heart stand still. The long-drawn wail of two old boughs rubbing against each other brought out the perspiration in beads on her forehead. The swoop of bats in the darkness over her was as the wings of unearthly creatures.

Did you really say it? Or did I imagine that you did? I think you'd better learn to control that imagination of yours, Anne, if you can't distinguish between what is real and what isn't, said Marilla crossly.

But I can't believe in fairies myself, protested Emily sorrowfully. I wish I could. But you are a fairy yourself

because when you ARE imagining you might as well imagine something worth while

Even when I am alone, I have real good company - dreams and imaginations and pretendings.

She's just what any puppeteer would give his soul to be. She can't be injured.

Separar os vivos dos mortos. Separar a fantasia da realidade é coisa que não me interessa muito. Além disso, meus sonhos são fruto desse tempo. Mas o vivo e o morto!

Good fantasy fiction: ... explores real human conditions through fantastic metaphors which universalize the characters' individual experiences to speak personally to us all.

As I look around the quiet room, I see a thousand leather covers like doorways into worlds unknown.