#fantasy

Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#fairies #fantasy #peter-pan #children

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#fairies #fantasy #loss-of-innocence #poetry #sorrow

Hey, when you love a woman, and when she’s this crazy in love with you, you’ve got to do whatever she says, man. ↗

— Arby Robbins

#romantic-suspense #science-fiction #young-adult-fiction #dreams

If I couldn't be a good example, I'd just have to be a horrible warning. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#urban-fantasy #fantasy

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night? ↗

— Ally Condie

#fantasy

What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real. ↗

— André Breton

#fantastique #fantasy #surrealism #surreal

Surrealism, then, neither aims to subvert realism, as does the fantastic, nor does it try to transcend it. It looks for different means by which to explore reality itself. ↗

— Michael Richardson

#fantastique #fantasy #realism #reality #surrealism

The ability to "fantasize" is the ability to survive. It's wonderful to speak about this subject because there have been so many wrong-headed people dealing with it.... The so-called realists are trying to drive us insane, and I refuse to be driven insane.... We survive by fantasizing. Take that away from us and the whole damned human race goes down the drain. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#fantasy

We're living in momentous times, Garion. The events of a thousand years and more have all focused on these very days. The world, I'm told, is like that. Centuries pass when nothing happens, and then in a few short years events of such tremendous importance take place that the world is never the same again." I think that if I had my choice, I'd prefer one of those quiet centuries," Garion said glumly. Oh, no," Silk said, his lips drawing back in a ferretlike grin. "Now's the time to be alive - to see it all happen, to be a part of it. That makes the blood race, and each breath is an adventure. ↗

— David Eddings

#fantasy #race

I’m going to tell you something once and then whether you die is strictly up to you," Westley said, lying pleasantly on the bed. "What I’m going to tell you is this: drop your sword, and if you do, then I will leave with this baggage here"—he glanced at Buttercup—"and you will be tied up but not fatally, and will be free to go about your business. And if you choose to fight, well, then, we will not both leave alive." You are only alive now because you said 'to the pain.' I want that phrase explained." My pleasure. To the pain means this: if we duel and you win, death for me. If we duel and I win, life for you. But life on my terms. The first thing you lose will be your feet. Below the ankle. You will have stumps available to use within six months. Then your hands, at the wrists. They heal somewhat quicker. Five months is a fair average. Next your nose. No smell of dawn for you. Followed by your tongue. Deeply cut away. Not even a stump left. And then your left eye—" And then my right eye, and then my ears, and shall we get on with it?" the Prince said. Wrong!" Westley’s voice rang across the room. "Your ears you keep, so that every shriek of every child shall be yours to cherish—every babe that weeps in fear at your approach, every woman that cries 'Dear God, what is that thing?' will reverberate forever with your perfect ears. That is what 'to the pain' means. It means that I leave you in anguish, in humiliation, in freakish misery until you can stand it no more; so there you have it, pig, there you know, you miserable vomitous mass, and I say this now, and live or die, it’s up to you: Drop your sword!" The sword crashed to the floor. ↗

— William Goldman

#humor #romance #business