#fantasy

Any romantic feelings for a 12-year-old are like entering into a fantasy world. ↗

— Wes Anderson

#entering #fantasy #fantasy world #feelings #into

When you're 11 or 12 years old, you can get so swept up in a book that you start to believe that the fantasy is reality. I think when you have a giant crush when you're in fifth grade, it becomes your whole world. It's like being underwater; everything is different. ↗

— Wes Anderson

#being #believe #book #crush #different

Nature is my springboard. From her I get my initial impetus. I have tried to relate the visible drama of mountains, trees, and bleached fields with the fantasy of wind blowing and changing colors and forms. ↗

— Milton Avery

#blowing #changing #colors #drama #fantasy

About half my designs are controlled fantasy, 15 percent are total madness and the rest are bread-and-butter designs. ↗

— Manolo Blahnik

#about #controlled #designs #fantasy #half

I've always found it easy and natural and, more importantly, necessary to articulate thoughts and feelings, and fierce emotions, through the written word. Fantasy and horror came to me when I was very young. ↗

— Kim Elizabeth

#articulate #came #easy #emotions #fantasy

If the arts are held up solely as a means of social insight, fantasy is denied the chance to be commonplace and reality the chance to be exotic. ↗

— Richard Eyre

#chance #commonplace #denied #exotic #fantasy

The funny thing is all these school shootings that we have, always happen in very religious communities. Maybe it's because the centre of their lives is a big fat nothing and it's just a fantasy and there's nothing there. I think maybe that might have something to do with it. ↗

— Matthew Bright

#because #big #centre #communities #fantasy

A man's primary fantasy is access to a variety of attractive women without the fear of rejection. ↗

— Warren Farrell

#attractive #fantasy #fear #man #primary

There's no artist in this world that doesn't enjoy the dream that if they have bad reviews now, the story of Keats can redeem them, in their fantasy or imagination, in the future. I think Keats' poem 'Endymion' is a really difficult poem, and I'm not surprised that a lot of people pulled it apart in a way. ↗

— Jane Campion

#artist #bad #difficult #dream #enjoy

He tried to remember Moon Child's eyes, but was no longer able to. He was sure of only one thing: that her glance had passed through his eyes and down into his heart. He could still feel the burning trail it had left behind. That glance, he felt, was embedded in his heart, and there it glittered like a mysterious jewel. And in a strange and wonderful way it hurt. Even if Bastian had wanted to, he couldn't have defended himself against this thing that had happened to him. However, he didn't want to. Oh no, not for anything in the world would he have parted with that jewel. All he wanted was to go on reading, to see Moon Child again, to be with her. IT never occurred to him that he was getting into the most unusual and perhaps the most dangerous of adventures. But even if he had known this, he wouldn't have dreamed of shutting the book. ↗

— Michael Ende

#love #michael-ende #romance #the-neverending-story #dreams