Quotes about Fantasy
She talked like that. But I understood what she meant. About having another you inside that isn't anything like you. Dorcas and I used to make up love scenes and describe them to each other. It was fun and a little smutty. Something about it bothered me, though. Not the loving stuff, but the picture I had of myself when I did it. Nothing like me. I say myself as somebody I'd seen in a picture show or a magazine. Then it would work. If I pictured myself the way I am it seemed wrong.
— Toni Morrison
Fear dismembers and disfigures our perspective of God, making Him seem a powerless pawn controlled by our circumstances. But when we re-member the Lord and re-count His works, we begin to re-form our vision of His greatness in our hearts. As we meditate on His greatness, confidence begins to sprout in the soil of our faith, and soon fear's fantasy is unmasked, flogged and sent fleeing.
— Kris Vallotton
Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.
— Carl Jung
Without this playing with fantasy, no work has ever come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable.
— Carl Jung
To most of us the real life is the life we do not lead.
— Oscar Wilde
Unimaginable perhaps; but the unimaginable is there to be imagined.
— JM Coetzee
We have been poisoned by fairy tales.
— Anais Nin
Not seeing people permits us to imagine them with every perfection.
— Victor Hugo
Not seeing people allows you to think of them as perfect in all kinds of ways.
— Victor Hugo
My fellow, you strike me at present as being situated in the moon, kingdom of dream, province of illusion, capital: Soap-Bubble.
— Victor Hugo
In Irena's head the alcohol plays a double role: it frees her fantasy, encourages her boldness, makes her sensual, and at the same time it dims her memory. She makes love wildly, lasciviously, and at the same time the curtain of oblivion wraps her lewdness in an all-concealing darkness. As if a poet were writing his greatest poem with ink that instantly disappears.
— Milan Kundera
Actually, he had always preferred the unreal to the real.
— Milan Kundera