Fantasy Quotes - Page 20

The Question is actually the answer

It is in the elements that we found ourselves; even though the elements are not the same today.

it's not about what to think,it's about how to think.

One of his followers murmured agreement, but another quietly slipped away. Now there was Norton and four others. Maybe that wasn't so bad. Christ Himself could only find twelve.

Life is something that no one can teach you,You have to learn it.

Enjoy the tiny unexplainable second. You can learn whatever you want.

Time is going really faster than you think. That second just passed now, get up, pack the bag, get lost…

Every time when you think,Think about every first 20 seconds of your best Moments in your life time.

Even though we all know something,There is a lot more to it.

In the deep Mysteries of the world, their belong time, still unexplored and to be explored.

If you surround yourself with the good and righteous, they can only raise you up. If you surround yourself with the others, they will drag you down into the doldrums of mediocrity, and they will keep you there, but only as long as you permit it.

The imaginary is not formed in opposition to reality as its denial or compensation; it grows among signs, from book to book, in the interstice of repetitions and commentaries; it is born and takes shape in the interval between books. It is the phenomena of the library.

Do the children who prefer books set in the real, ordinary, workaday world ever read as obsessively as those who would much rather be transported into other worlds entirely?

Firnis lächelte gütig. "Bücher sind lebendige Wesen", sagte er, "und wenn man ganz in sie eintaucht, dann erwachen sie zum Leben. Und wie die Gedanken, so bekommen auch die Buchstaben Flügel verliehen. Sie lösen sich vom Papier und flattern im Raum herum.

The thinnest thing in the world is the border between good and evil... my next The Opposite Of Magic.

Of all the unexpected things in contemporary literature, this is among the oddest: that kids have an inordinate appetite for very long, very tricky, very strange books about places that don’t exist.

I was never very good with either my hands or feet. It always seemed to me they'd just been stuck on as an afterthought during my making. Dreams didn't translate through sports, or music, dancing, carpentry, plumbing. I was the bookish kid, more at home in the pages of a fantasy than in the room in the town on the planet.

No matter how strong you are, you cannot hold open the jaws of a great-white shark with your bare hands... that can do your brain.

There has always been, for me, this other world, this second world to fall back on-a more reliable world in so far as it does not hide that its premise is illusion.

Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake; the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body.