Quotes Tagged "fantasy"

People need stories, child. They bring us hope, and that hope is real. If that's the case, what does it matter whether people in them actually lived?

I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible, now and then.

There is no such thing as helplessness. It's just another word for giving up.

I made a sorry face in response to such strong insistence, but I couldn’t believe him. Fantasies were exactly that―fantasies. Whimsy. Wishes. Mere castles in the sky without foundation or substance. Dreams didn’t come true. To believe so would be to believe falsely, to surrender to madness, to give in to an unreliable hope that would crush me once again as it always, always did!

You always do things for others' sake without worrying about yourself or how you feel. But this time I want you to be selfish. It's okay to cry. Just don't shut me out. It's my turn to help you. This time let me be your hope.

There is child in all of us that refuses to grow up, a child that is in awe of what can be, the polar opposite of the cynic in all of us who despairs over what is. Stories of magic, fantastic monsters, impossible courage and spectacular heroism appeal to this child, instilling it with hope and faith in humanity and in the cosmic order.

I always have hope,

He is everything you fear, and worse. He is also everything you hope, and more.

Comfort was that elusive composite of fantasy and hope.

Make-strong old dreams lest this our world lose heart

In our darkest hours in when we must look up to our Highest Almighty God. He is calling for you to be your best self now. Nothing is holding you back. Go for it!

I don’t understand,” Oraeyn whispered hoarsely. “It is not for us to understand,” Ina replied, her face clearing as she listened to Kaitryn. “It is for us to travel to the very edge of the light we are given.” “And then?” Oraeyn asked. A radiant smile beamed across Kaitryn’s face. “And then we jump with swords drawn, a battlecry on our lips, and we beat back the darkness.

Even in the midst of darkness, there is always a shard of light if we will but search for it hard enough and believe in it strongly enough.

Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut off, two more heads grow back.

They have no gods. They work magic, and think they are gods themselves. But they are not. And when they die, they (...) become dust and bone, and their ghosts whine on the wind a little while till the wind blows them away. They do not have immortal souls.

The only fantasy is Faith.

...every time someone speaks a faith statement, it gives Heaven more energy. One ingredient to answered prayers is faith. Heaven runs on that power!

Angels pawning Halos, Swan-diving through warm drops of rain, Soaking up champagne-shaded rays of bliss.

The gods cared nothing for the fate of mortals, and those who prayed to them for benediction were no less fools than those who railed against them when the winds of fortune turned contrary. The truth was, people believed in divine stewardship because they wanted to believe the gods would protect them. Because it was safer to have faith in some higher order than it was to acknowledge the precariousness of their lives.

I felt like my own heart had been flung out into the night with nothing to save it but faith in Raolcan.