Quotes About Surreal

She had arrived in a gown of black silk beneath a cage of fish bones and shells, her deep aquamarine hair caught up in a crown of coral.

He's so beautiful, so perfectly, horribly, inhumanely beautiful that I can barely breathe.

Then he kissed her so deeply and so completely that she felt like she was falling, floating, spiraling down, down, down, like Alice in Wonderland.

Im so high I can vomit on a comet.

I don't know if this is too weird to say, but this is completely surreal for me. Bizarre. The cover of 'Teen Vogue' has been on my bucket list forever.

Let me get this straight," Eli said, as if trying to be calm even though I could tell he was upset. "Instead of returning to your own body, you swapped with my sister?" "Yes." "So while I was waiting for you to wake up, holding your hand and saying...well, things I would never say to my sister...it was her and not you?" "Um...yeah.

A dream is both Life and Death in that it takes from one and gives to the other.

As someone who watched 'The Vampire Diaries' when I was 10 or 11, getting to be Miss Mystic Falls was very surreal for me.

One week a year, I go to Las Vegas with friends to play poker. We usually go to the Wynn. To play golf in the desert in the middle of the strip at the Wynn is one of the most surreal experiences you'll have.

Our Trolls are like gummy bears that have been flocked in velvet, and it's a world made of fiber art... carpeted floors, houses made of hair - even fire is made of hair.

Every now and then we find ourselves living through moments that make no sense at all. It's almost as if some omnipotent film editor has snipped us out of our familiar everyday movie and spliced us into something completely random, from a different time and genre and even from a foreign country and partially animated, because suddenly you look around you and the language is unknown and nothing that happens has any relationship to what you think of as reality. This

And I hear something in the next room, and I sneak to the doorway and peek— The counter. There's a hand lying there. A human hand. But it's not attached to anything. This doesn't make sense. And right next to it that's a foot, also not attached. And other parts, too, and oh holy shit that's the head right there on top, eyes wide-open and looking right at me and all I can do is stare back— And

Csak onnan tudhatjuk, hogy igaz, hogy mindketten ugyanazt álmodtuk. EttÅ'l lesz valóság. A valóság is álom, csak mindenki egyszerre álmodja.

Christ, I'm in a Doris Day movie

When she dreams of love, she dreams of smashed potatoes.

To this day, H.R. Giger's work remains distinctive in every sense. He is frighteningly unique.

My spirit had been broken a bit over the years by my having to work on films I didn't love. Hollywood's a surreal place, and it really is an assault on your spirit.

I feel like I am diagonally parked in a parallel universe.

Transported to a surreal landscape, a young girl kills the first woman she meets and then teams up with three complete strangers to kill again.

Racing a thoroughbred grand prix car in front of a home crowd will be a surreal and mighty experience.

If I was made of chocolate I would melt myself in a car to ruin the interior.

For a while I didn't have a car . . . I had a helicopter . . . no place to park it, so I just tied it to a lamp post and left it running. [slow glance upward]

Hawksmoor had often noticed how, in the moments when he first carne upon a corpse, all the objects around it wavered for an instant and became unreal- the trees which rose above a body hidden in woodland, the movement of the river which had washed a body onto its banks, the cars or hedges in a suburban street where a murderer had left a victim, all of these things seemed at such times to be suddenly drained of meaning like an hallucination.

His great carved wooden head was marked with a black eye that was more yellow than black and from this spectacular bed of bruised flesh the eye itself, sand irritated, bloodshot, as wild as a currawong's, stared out at a landscape in which the tops of fences protruded from windswept sand.