Best 4015 quotes in «fantasy quotes» category

Hope had only revealed herself to him when he was immersed in darkness

Hornen pulserar av styrka. Av makt och begär.

Ho visto, di questo mondo, gli undici pilastri lucenti. Ho sondato, del sommo tutto, le undici profondità oscure. Oltre ciò che non ha confine, laddove il pensiero vacilla, ho sognato di un albero eccelso.

How about this then." Chase shifted on the bed. Even without looking, Connie knew he was leaning over earnestly, his brilliant, lying black eyes full of sincerity. "I've missed you desperately. I'm overjoyed to find you again. Will you marry me?

Hope, strive and try to be more like Christ until the day we will see Him. Let Him find you faithfully and in obedient serving Him. He is coming quicker than people think.

Hope was never meant to be A future shared alone, As life cannot be won or lost It was never ours to own.

Ho seminato così male il mio percorso che la gente pensa che io sia senza cuore, quando in verità sono loro stessi a non averne.

How about Asshole?" I offered. Bob nodded. The faerie flipped me off.

How can we learn the value of saying no, if we didn’t occasionally say yes?

How can I judge?" she said at last. "To me, he is a hero. To the world a monster." She let her head fall into her arms and started crying quietly. "I miss him! Curse him! I miss him!" Mithorden put a hand on her shoulder and let her cry for a few minutes. A sad smile slowly spread across his face. "I'm glad you can forgive him," he said at last. Luthiel lifted her head. "How do you know?" Because you miss him.

How can something as necessary as breathing be immoral?

How can so many (white, male) writers narratively justify restricting the agency of their female characters on the grounds of sexism = authenticity while simultaneously writing male characters with conveniently modern values? The habit of authors writing Sexism Without Sexists in genre novels is seemingly pathological. Women are stuffed in the fridge under cover of "authenticity" by secondary characters and villains because too many authors flinch from the "authenticity" of sexist male protagonists. Which means the yardstick for "authenticity" in such novels almost always ends up being "how much do the women suffer", instead of - as might also be the case - "how sexist are the heroes". And this bugs me; because if authors can stretch their imaginations far enough to envisage the presence of modern-minded men in the fake Middle Ages, then why can't they stretch them that little bit further to put in modern-minded women, or modern-minded social values? It strikes me as being extremely convenient that the one universally permitted exception to this species of "authenticity" is one that makes the male heroes look noble while still mandating that the women be downtrodden and in need of rescuing. -Comment at Staffer's Book Review 4/18/2012 to "Michael J. Sullivan on Character Agency

How dare you come into my home? And hurt my family? I ought to tear your throat out right here, right now!

How charming. The king and his little princess knocking on my covens door.” Ursula sighed dramatically. “What do you insolent merfolks want with me now? I swear I haven’t eaten any of your children.” -Ursula

How does one have a duel with a dragon? Well, since they live high up in the mountains, and getting all the way up there can be quite a nuisance indeed, one just has to ring the guest bell the dragons rather politely placed at the bottom many years ago when very incensed farmers kept appearing with complaints about their dwindling livestock. Dragons jokingly refer to it as “their dinner bell.

How do you explain plastic to a medieval forest bard?

How does evil arise? Where does it come from? We think of malevolent men-— murderers, rapists, tyrants—and somehow believe they are different creatures from us. They are not. All evil men were once innocent babes, once lovable children. Men make choices, some consistently bad. But those who choose the worst kinds of evil were typically guided into it.

How did you get so scratched up then, Emlynn?” He looked at me uncertainly again. I felt wildly like laughing. Too many swooping highs and plummeting lows. What a weird few days. Weird being a massive understatement. “Cr-Crawling through gorse bushes.” I took a perverse delight in answering his questions in a way that told him nothing at all. I’d never paid much attention to boys before. Maybe Grace was onto something after all. “Crawling through gorse,” he repeated. “Part of your action-girl antics, no doubt?” “N-no doubt.” I smirked again.

How do magical beings celebrate?” Killian was curious to know. “Music, food, wine, ale, dancing, frivolity, and merriment in many forms.” Lugh grinned again. “So entirely the same as in the human realm?” Killian smiled back at the god. “Well, with a bit of magic thrown in for good measure.

How do you get free of the damnable books of Romance when everybody else is still living in them?

How different everything could be in another universe, all the lives we haven’t live.

How do you know I’m any different from the broken, beaten slave you found over seven years ago? - Corin

However much this annoyed me, it is accepted practice for a duellist's supporters to cheer them on- in fact, i was entitled to similar outbursts from my own admirers. 'This Undriel fellow really is remarkably skilled,'Kest remarked. Undriel. That was the bastard's name. Brasti came to my defence, after a fashion. 'It's not Falcio's fault. He's getting old. And slow. Also, i think he might be getting fat. Just look at him- barely four months since he beat Shuran and already he's half the man he once was.' Always nice to have friends nearby in troubled times, i thought, batting at Undriel's blade with a clumsy parry that was testament to my increasing exhaustion.

How else do I describe what I see…what I feel? When I look at a plant, I do not see a green object. I see Life. I see energy. I see a will to exist like no other. When I see an animal, I see more than fur and bone and blood. I see Love. Love is all around us. And in us. And through us. Love is us. It is everywhere. I see it. I feel it. I hear it. I only wish all of you could, too. If you could experience what I do every moment of every day, there would be no anger, no hate, no killing. I want to share what I know with the entire universe, but my words fall on deaf ears. People go right on fighting and hating and killing. And there is nothing I can do.

How do you pay for what you've done?

How Easily a person could convince themselves they were doing the right thing, no matter the damage they did to the person they supposedly cared about, if it was out of love.

How is it every time we're talking about the real world, you manage to bring up fantasy, and every time we're talking about fantasy, you manage to bring up the real world? Travis shrugged. "My fantasies are more interesting than the real world and machines and tools are more interesting than you guys' fantasies.

How may a mortal, face and defeat the Kraken

How much Romance do you like in your Fantasy? And, respectively, how much Questing do you like in your Romance?

How someone's emotions could shift so quickly, Ember didn't understand. The fating was said to be immediate, irreversible, and incomprehensible until experienced.

How's your day?" "Weird," he said with a shake of the head. "A flower shushed me today." He huffed a laugh. "You win.

How's daydreaming affecting nightmares?? Showing the light where is all dark!

How would we get corporate sponsorship if we were just a bunch of thugs?

How typical of a machine to think it knows better.

How ya doing?” Gabby’s face came into view, and she grinned down at me. She’d stopped doing her healing thing, and the pain rushed in. “I’m just peachy,” I quipped, throat scratchy. “Only hurts when I breathe or blink or exist, if I’m being honest.

Humanity's a nice place to visit, but you wouldn't want to live there.

How you must hate Logres,” she said in a dry mouth. “Hate Logres?” He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “There is an anger that is deserved, Blanche. Tell me. Look me in the eye, if you can, and tell me—to my face—that Logres is without sin.

Humans had a genius for devising instruments of death. Their lives were so short and they seemed to value them so little, sending waves of men to clash in battlefields, then weighing victory by the piled corpses. And if they held their own lives so worthless, the lives of everything else were as fruit to pluck from trees.

Humans lose focus of the big picture when they’re drunken in the midst of their feelings. - Tojuro Hattori

Humans are strange. … They value punishment because they think it means their actions are important—that they are important. … it's vanity.

Humans have reason to hate us dragons. If one dragon turns against humankind, he is a great and terrible foe.

Humans need fantasy to be human.

Hurry up, Hodgeyboy! You run like a fat badger after Sunday tea." Mibbitwiss

Hur kan jag känna så här? Hur kan jag få det att sluta?

I actually cook and eat real food, too. No roast Hansel, no grilled Gretel…I promise.” --Angela from Angela's Coven #covenbooks

Hypothetically speaking let's say you were dreaming, what would happen next?

I am a beast to them. You are the only one who lets me be a man.

I am always a perfect gentleman. If you ever want me to not be a perfect gentlemen, you’ll have to ask and not be crying when you do.

I am ewe to your ram. How can I call myself a man anymore?" "The penis is a dead giveaway.

I am chaos in this ordered society, the flaw in a carefully wrought plan. I am turbulence in the queen's eternal river.