Best 4015 quotes in «fantasy quotes» category

Good children do taste better, but there are so few of them. If you can be satisfied with naughty children, you will always have food on the table. They are never in short supply.

Good, if you were not part Lycanthrope that blow would have killed you. Now, stop fighting your pain and embrace it.

GoogleEarthlike soars his mind, through clouds where snowstorms brew; New York State has dropped away, and Massachusetts flew, and Newfoundland is ice-entombed and Rockall gull-beshatten, where no eye sees the lightning flash its momentary pattern …

Good news is, we're annoying him. Bad news is, we're all going to die painfully.

Good stories take your imagination to anywhere

Gossip is the swiftest bird alive," Amonos said darkly. "Yes," said E'sinea, turning to view his surroundings. "I should like one day to catch Gossip and wring its neck.

Grabbing someone’s ass doesn’t count as capturing them!

Grand designs in war are a thing of vanity. Victory goes to the general that blunders the least.” – Theodosius the Unconquered, Tyrant of Helike

Grendel left the Boneyard for the first time in a thousand years, and the world trembled at his coming. The ground rumbled and shook as he shouted ancient spells of steel and stone to strengthen him for battle as he raced ever faster toward the arena where his king had gone to battle all alone. His massive legs pumped like pistons as they drove his feet against the street, and the people living along the road felt the cold fingers of fear tickle their spines and turn their bowels to water when they looked out to see what was making the noise.

Grim are the circumstances and dire the need.” “We are your servants,

Guerilla warfare? I was in way over my head. I told myself that I could do this. It was guerilla warfare every time I went to sleep.

Guilt is a strong motivator, sometimes even stronger than love.

Guard your mortal heart.

Guess I’ve been reading too much fantasy.

Guilt makes people do the weirdest things. It must be awful to have a conscience.

Ha! And I bet you didn’t even see it coming!” – Dread Emperor Traitorous the First

Hadn't she once had a love for adventure? Hadn't she once wanted to be the hero of her own tale?

Half the pleasure is in the anticipatin' of it.

Halva staden vill gömma dig i Moderträdet och hålla dig säker från Dlemhr. För om han tar dig och dräper dig, är Sarador i fara.” ”Och den andra halvan?” ”Vill dräpa dig.” ”Åh”, suckar jag. ”Fint.

Han stannar framför mig och skrattar lågt. ”Har du gått runt och slagit folk igen?” ”En eller två.

Hannah Rose Brown was not quite 13 years old when she discovered her family was cursed. THE PUZZLE RING

Hammer does not think he will make it through this next winter. His breath comes short in his chest, and it takes much effort for him to get up and dressed. My body is still creaky and sound, but with every labor of his breath, I think that my heart will not endure. Enduring were Hammer’s gift, not mine, and I will not endure a life in which he does not laugh by my side and touch my hand, wish for the best things for me, and rejoice when I have them. My sturdy, blessed, stoic Hammer—how can life be, without him?

Handing me a pen is like handy a madman a knife...at the end of it you know you'll end up with a lot of broken bones, blood, and bodies - but it'll be one hell of a story to tell your friends.

Handsome vampires are addictive

Hammer", I finished lamely, as he waited patiently for my thoughts to find their voice, "we have got to find better words for the things we have in our hearts." "Words seem to be weak things," he murmured into my hair, and I could only hope our hearts would prove stronger.

Half of what I write is imaginative reality. The other half is realized impossibilities. Blended into one, these make a fantasy.

Happily-ever-after monogamy has been reinforced so steadily in literature that we tend to feel like failures when we don’t achieve that in reality.

Happiness, which is considered by the wise to be the goal and purpose of human existence, is often attained through a love relationship.

Harden your heart.

harusnya hujan ini dapat membasuh hati yang kering. tapi realitanya ? ahsyudahlah... biarkan hujan menentukan haknya~

hari ini aku bingung membedakan pedekate dengan padabete biarkan waktu yang berbicara saja... tapi bicara kesiapa? :

Has he finally had his full of my acquired taste? Has he decided that I am too wicked to live with after all? The idea clenches at my lungs, smothering them to uselessness.

Har du inte hört om Rovdjur Utan Tänder? Klanen som bara äter växter.

HARV appeared in front of me, arms crossed, head tilted. “You really should read your e-mails from Randy more carefully,” he lectured. “I skim them,” I protested. “Well, if you skimmed them more carefully you would know that prolonged exposure to stealth mode may lead to side effects.” “I can handle . . .” “Impotence.” HARV smiled. “Oh,” I said. “Randy hasn’t really tested it on humans. It’s extra tough to get volunteers for those types of experiments,” HARV said. “Though he has computer simulated it and the results tend to support this conclusion.” “Let’s try to limit our use of stealth mode from now on,” I said.

Has Solan addled your brain?

HARV, can you help at all here?” I asked, spinning downward. “I am writing your obituary. Well, not so much writing it as updating it,” HARV told me. If I lived, I was going to kill HARV.

Hastra, you think you see, but you don't see this. You never have." Corgren, from The Bow of Destiny

Hate did not give way to heroism.

Have a scaffold erected in the square. We shall hang a traitor or two before dinner. And perhaps afterwards as well.

Have a scaffold erected in the square. We shall hang a traitor or two before dinner. And perhaps afterwards as well.” - Princess Karena

Have you never thought how danger must surround power as shadow does light? This sorcery is not a game we play for pleasure or for praise. Think of this: that every word, every act of our Art is said and is done either for good, or for evil. Before you speak or do you must know the price that is to pay!

Have you ever been in a situation where you had to choose between your loved ones, knowing that whatever you decided, you would have to lie to one of them?’ ‘Yes. More than once.’ Elijah’s words sounded far too cold in the sudden silence. His finely chiselled face tensed up and his eyes grew cold. ‘And before you ask, I chose you every time.

Have you lost your mind? What have I told you Charlie about whales? You can’t MANHANDLE THEM!

Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.

Have you ever reached to a point where you asked God if the assignment is really from Him. In your account you have just 100 dollars and He is asking you to execute a 400 million dollar project. Have you reached to the point that you consider going further will make no sense? Have you reached the point where you asked God are you sure you are still with me? I just found myself in that Junction now. Turning back ....to realise I have gone too far for Him to forsake me. Moving forward I heard the voice saying ...be still and know that I am your God. Giving up.....Couldn't find it in my dictionary. Moral of the lesson. God cannot give you an assignment that is equal to your pocket. If it suits your pocket it is definitely not from God. Remember God will not take glory where nothing happen.

Having the world as you wish--that is not for the young," he added, "They want too much.

Hay que mirar las cosas muy atentamente para poder ver los electrones. Son esas cositas minúsculas que parecen sonrisas diminutas. Los neutrones son grises y parecen ceños fruncidos.

He ate with all the restraint of a nymphomaniac at an orgy.

Having to amuse myself during those earlier years, I read voraciously and widely. Mythic matter and folklore made up much of that reading—retellings of the old stories (Mallory, White, Briggs), anecdotal collections and historical investigations of the stories' backgrounds—and then I stumbled upon the Tolkien books which took me back to Lord Dunsany, William Morris, James Branch Cabell, E.R. Eddison, Mervyn Peake and the like. I was in heaven when Lin Carter began the Unicorn imprint for Ballantine and scoured the other publishers for similar good finds, delighting when I discovered someone like Thomas Burnett Swann, who still remains a favourite. This was before there was such a thing as a fantasy genre, when you'd be lucky to have one fantasy book published in a month, little say the hundreds per year we have now. I also found myself reading Robert E. Howard (the Cormac and Bran mac Morn books were my favourites), Lovecraft, Clark Ashton Smith and finally started reading science fiction after coming across Andre Norton's Huon of the Horn. That book wasn't sf, but when I went to read more by her, I discovered everything else was. So I tried a few and that led me to Clifford Simak, Roger Zelazny and any number of other fine sf writers. These days my reading tastes remain eclectic, as you might know if you've been following my monthly book review column in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. I'm as likely to read Basil Johnston as Stephen King, Jeanette Winterson as Harlan Ellison, Barbara Kingsolver as Patricia McKillip, Andrew Vachss as Parke Godwin—in short, my criteria is that the book must be good; what publisher's slot it fits into makes absolutely no difference to me.

Hay gente que se enamora de los pájaros. Te enamoras de su canto, de sus alas, de su forma de volar o de cazar. Entonces te lo quedas y lo encierras en una jaula de madera. Lo miras cada mañana, le sonríes, pero el pájaro deja de volar, de cazar, de cantar. Sus alas se marchitan, y un día, sin saber por qué, despiertas y dejas de mirarlo. Ya no te importa si es feliz, si le brillas los ojos; te limitas a alimentarlo, toleras su presencia y te acostumbras a el, pero el pájaro ha perdido sus encantos. cansado del pájaro te enamorarás de otro lobo, con otros encantos...