Quotes About Fantasy

If only I could have been a fairytale queen, in a beautiful palace, with nothing to do but dance and be beautiful. Now I am a queen of darkness and terror.

Then they both laughed, because it was ludicrous to think that unicorns could be horrible in any way.

It is true no one except me can see her or hear her, but that doesn't mean I dreamed her up. [...] But if she's not imaginary, she's not quite real either.

I hope that someday they invent a car that runs on inappropriate thoughts

One of the advantages of having an imaginary boyfriend is that he exists only for you, therefore he can not be stolen. The disadvantage is that you can not introduce him to your friends.

Es esmu ?oti slikts biedrs, Robij. To es ceru, sac?ju. Es ar? negribu sievieti par biedru. Es gribu m???ko. T? es ar? neesmu, vi?a nomurmin?ja. Kas tad tu esi? Ne puse, ne kas vesels. Tikai fragments... T? ar? vislab?k, es teicu. Tas ierosina fant?ziju. T?das sievietes var m?žam m?l?t. Gatavas sievietes dr?z apn?k. V?rt?g?s ar?. Fragmenti nekad.

our heads were full of nebulous ideas, which cast an idealized, almost romantic glow over life

I felt it, it excited me, and then it struck like a wave against the barrier reef—I knew she did not mean me at all; she meant someone else, some figure of her fantasy, Rolf or Rudolf; and perhaps she did not mean them either, perhaps they were just names thrown up from dark, subterranean streams, without roots or connections.

Ja sam sasvim loš drug, Robi. - Nadam se da je tako. Ne želim ženu druga. Ja želim draganu. - Nisam ni to, - progun?ala je ona. - Pa šta si? - Ni polovina, ni celina. Ja sam fragment... - To je najbolje. To raspaljuje fantaziju. Takva se žena ve?no voli. ?ovek se brzo zasiti savršene žene. Žene od vrednosti tako?e. Ali fragmenta nikad!

Only Poe could have dreamed the rest.

Homicide, or rather the homicide fantasy, is the engine that drives America's fascination with guns. Target shooters spend hour after hour

It was like watching two unicorns fucking, he told her. All glitter and jizz.

Okay, so maybe she had entertained the idea once--or nine hundred times--of cupping his backside and giving a nice, hard little squeeze, but she would never act on it. Probably. She was pretty sure. But definitely, if she did, she would know it. Savor it. Make it count.

The human ego would have to become strong enough to die; and strong enough to set aside guilt… . [F]ull psychoanalytic consciousness would be strong enough to cancel the debt [of guilt] by deriving it from infantile fantasy.7

Even in our passions we are nursery children playing with toys that represent the real world. Even when these toys crash and cost us our lives or our sanity, we are cheated of the consolation that we were in the real world instead of the playpen of our fantasies.

its pretty to think so

Yes, I said. Isn't it pretty to think so?

There are always mystical countries that are a part of one's childhood. Those we remember and visit sometimes when we are asleep and dreaming. They are as lovely at night as they were when we were children. If you ever go back to see them they are not there. But they are as fine in the night as they ever were if you have the luck to dream of them.

Isn't it pretty to think so?

Common consensus is not thought but wishful thinking.

I suppose an active imagination can be a form of madness. Or it can be the thing that keeps you from going mad.

because the erotic frisson is such that the kiss that you only imagine giving,can be as powerful and as enchanting as hours of actual lovemaking. As Marcel Proust said, it's our imagination that is responsible for love, not the other person.

We liken the passion of the beginning to adolescent intoxication—both transient and unrealistic. The consolation for giving it up is the security that waits on the other side. Yet when we trade passion for stability, are we not merely swapping one fantasy for another? As Stephen Mitchell points out, the fantasy of permanence may trump the fantasy of passion, but both are products of our imagination.

However authentic the feelings of love, the dalliance was only ever meant to be a beautiful fiction.