Best 4015 quotes in «fantasy quotes» category

I’m not really sure why Ziggy puts up with me. I’m broken. Mostly because of the broken woman who spawned me. I swear, adults should have to get a license to make a kid. Prove they’ve got their shit together before they bring a child into the world. My mom tried, I think. She thought she could piece herself into something resembling a mother by dropping the drugs and dropping the need to feed her overblown selfish streak. But she failed.

I’m not going to break. Just because I broke before doesn’t mean that I’m fragile.

I’m not just a brain to you. I’m a person.

I’m not like you. I’ve never cared about keeping relationships or sparing people’s feelings. All I’ve ever cared about is power: how to get it, and how to keep it. I told you as much when we met.

I'm not out of touch with reality; I've just got my eyes on eternity.

I'm not sure what he's saying , but by the way he's checking you out, it looks like you're gonna need a restraining order soon." ~ Treena Mui

I’m not use to having an anchor in the storm.” “You have one now.

I’m not your boyfriend!” I snapped, trying to gently move her hands away from my body. “How can you say that?” Sara asked in horror. “It’s shockingly effortless,” I replied. “My vocal chords vibrate, and my mouth and tongue articulate. I can even do it without thinking.” I had to remind myself to stay calm, and sarcasm was the best way to do that. “When are you going to give me a key to your house so I don’t have to knock like some guest?” Sara asked, coming at me again. I backed away. “How about never? Is never good for you?” Sara, undeterred, said, “You’re the reason I go to therapy on Fridays.” “The plot thickens!” Gabby exclaimed for comedic relief.

Împărăţia UităTot nu mai văzuse soarele de secole. Cerul părea să fie permanent acoperit de o perdea neagră de nori, ca un cavou deja scufundat în noaptea morţii. Singura diferenţă dintre noapte şi zi era că norii deveneau gri şi întunericul se mai dilua, semn că undeva în spatele lor soarele încă mai răsărea.

I'm not sure love is enough to fix this.

I’m not sure what’s real and what’s fiction anymore.", Celestra Caine from FADE by Kailin Gow

I'm obsessed with - perhaps even addicted to - winning, and can't help it.

I’m not that pitiful little girl you bullied last year.

Importance of dreams is not in using - importance is in having. You think dreams must mean something real, that fantasy bad for the soul. All wrong, all wrong. Fantasy just as important as reality. Reality is feeding body - finding food for keep alive. Fantasy feeds spirit. Soul need food same as body, and dreams, philosophies, stories, creations, all food for spirit, see?

Impressive deduction,” Ryan murmured. “You certainly look deeper than most.” He brushed back a strand of my hair, and I screwed my eyes shut. He was doing this on purpose. “But let me give you some advice.” His lips were right next to my ear. “I wouldn’t peer too far. Even the clearest window can cast back your own reflection.

I’m scared that you’ll make me love you…and then you’ll leave me.

I'm scared, all right?" I said. I could feel my stomach churn as my gaze rested on the wooden trunk. Nathan turned my chin, looking at me with an expression of utter sincerity. "You don't have to be. I'm here.

I'm sorry I ruined your homecoming." He kissed me once more and then shook his head. "The only thing that could ruin this is not being with you.

I’m the forest fire, and you’re standing there with a glass of water saying you can put me out. But you can’t!” He arched his brows. “Considering that I’ve spent the better part of the last fourteen hours proving that I can, in fact, light your fire and put it out over and over again, I’m vaguely insulted by that remark.

I’m Temple Claybourne, an upright, warm-blooded hairy mammal, Caucasian, skidding into my fourth decade of existence, the progeny of meat-eating Anglo-Saxon tribal chieftains, left-handed, flat of foot, with low cholesterol and a predictably receding hairline, carrying a zero debt load, a nervous driver, nervous in crowds, nervous around women, hungry with curiosity, a collector of comforting, unnecessary things.

I’m sure all of that’s true. Especially the anal bit--Marshall’s always been an ass--but I don’t see how this is relevant, unless of course I’m mistaken, and you really are comparing me to a crumb that needs sweeping. - Shella

I must find you. So I travel to the depths of hell and conquer perverse monsters and repulsive demons and the deceitful vicious devil himself to find the truth.

I'm trying to go viral, but so far I'm just a sniffle

I must warn you, my dearest Catherine, that such an endeavour to capture attention could lead to lifelong arrogance and vanity. It is much wiser to let your inner beauty shine through a drab gown than to attempt to conceal it with physical accoutrements.

I’m trying to figure out if you know something that I don’t, or if you’re really this stupid. You might be older and therefore a lot stronger than I am, Sphinx, but I am a mother and a lot more pissed off than you.

i'm your enemy, meghan. never forget that. if Mab tells me to kill you in front of the entire court, it's my duty to obey.

In 812 days I will hold you to your promise to be mine. In most cases you are the stubborn one, but on this I refuse to negotiate, for nothing is more vital to my survival, you must understand. And when I say over and over how I want you to be mine, it is only because I am already completely yours.

In a fight between a shifter and a witch, the shifter would often win—but only if they could keep the witch from speaking, usually by severing the throat or tearing out the tongue. If the witch was powerful enough, and quick enough, physical size didn't matter. Catherine had heard of the horrible ways the witches could kill their victims. Cooking them alive from the inside out, restricting oxygen flow through the nasal and oral passages by creating a vacuum, drowning them with vapor pulled from the very air. It made fights between shifters look almost humane by comparison.

I named you once, I think," he said, and then strode to his house and entered, bearing the bird still on his wrist.

In a moment of terrible heartbreak, he (The Sweep) had taught her to see wonder.

In any event, whether a supernatural tale remains altogether fantastic or eventually modulates to the uncanny or the marvelous, the reader is faced with disconcerting ontological and perceptual problems. Indeed, the disorienting effect of the supernatural encounter in fiction seems to reflect some deeper disorientations in the culture at large.

Înăuntru, după geamurile gri de mizeria umedă formată din frunze moarte şi alte reziduuri vegetale, cu greu se putea vedea încăperea mică, luminată de lumânări, unde trăia aşa numitul Vrăjitor Nebun. De ce oare i se spunea Vrăjitorul cel Nebun?

In death we vanquished enemies, In death, we slew our foes. Blood soaked rage engulfed our blades, When blood lust took its hold. – In death, a darkness troubled one, In death, concealed, undone. Deep in darkness dragons wait, When blood would set the sun. – In death, we glorified his name. In death, we saw too late, When drink, to him, we raised in praise, The dragon sealed his fate. – In death, we lived. In death, we fought. In death, we grew to hate. In death, the blackened wraith released, The blinded shade beneath. – In death, his darkened eyes grew dim. In death, his mind was lost within. With blackened eyes, he slew his kin, In death, we lost to him. – In death, I took up sword and slew. In death, the dragon’s wrath ensued. We had no choice. The dragon fumed. In death, he was consumed. – In death, our brother’s blood deplored, In death, our brother, did I gore, When I rose up and killed one more. His blood ensconced my sword. – From death, his mutterings are weak. From death, his voice, to me, it speaks. Entombed within my brother’s keep, Revived in death, he sleeps.

In Dark Places, May we Never be truly Alone..... ~Susan Schroder, Circle the Sun books

In dream, delusion, and fantasy, exist man’s next best reality: that place where he is the creator of his own worlds; where he builds, learns, discovers and entertains; is master of all outcomes, his own god of destiny, and thus the student of his own evolving and ever uncertain truth.

I need a bath." Wanted to give her his absolute best, and be her best. He stood to unsteady legs and pulled her to her feet. She pouted, saying, "But why? I like you dirty. Filthy, even." How had he ever resisted her?

I need to kiss you. I know. I feel it too. Scecsemo, what is it? If you kiss me, there isn't any going back.

I never apologize for who I am!

I never draw blood on a first date.

I never get writer's block. My secret...I have purring cats in surround sound while I write...best white noise on the planet." R.Rose when asked how she deals with writer's block.

In every possibility of a mind May you travel, yet not blind. As a head filled with imagination, Goes a heart full of gold creation, It's never late to have a dream. Nor is it so far away as it seems, And, like a rearview mirror reveals, Thus a fantasy soon becomes real. It may be closer than it appears. Or at least it will show up clear. Never give up a dream for fear!

Inga solalver blir drakviskare, eller viskare om du så vill. Inga alver. Förutom stjärnalver.

In every lifetime there is a moment. A moment so clear, so profoundly unique; that it stands out against billions of other moments. When you find a moment such as this one, you pay extra close attention to it. It will usually contain something that defines you in the future. (The Children of Ankh)

I never tolerate disrespect or betrayal

In fantasy the world is always adapting to you, in reality you are always adapting to the world. That is the only difference.

In life, wisdom usually came with age, but death offered another world.

inilah yang terjadi kepada cinta sialan dan penculikan oleh rival planet lain.. oh apakah ini cerita menyedihkan? bukan, bukan.. ini hanya permainan imajinasi

In my anger, I slew you twice. I saw you only as the dragon, and I forgot what you were meant to be. Can you forgive me?" --Etanun

Not everyone is willing to break the rules and customs like I am. But I say that customs are made to serve us, we are not made to serve customs. But if everyone thought that way there would be lawlessness. I’d flame anyone else who disobeyed our customs. That’s only for me.

I no longer hated the whining, menacing dragonfly we rode in, but admired its grace as we surged towards the clouds, the lights of Edinburgh twinkling below us like the starry constellations of a world upside down.