Fantasy Quotes

Death, child. It’s beckoning us both, my brother and I.

~ Ross Turner

As if the president gives a crap about demons and what they go through just because her father’s got horns?” Morganith returned. “She never opens her coward mouth about the quiet oppression the demons -- your people -- face every single day --!” “Our people,” Hari calmly corrected. “No,” said Morganith at once. “Halflings have never been anyone’s people.

~ Ash Gray

he said this turning his strong body to face the beautiful, stunning, breathtaking, astonishing, bewildering girl who was a princess and his one true love, Eodwyn. she had hair like raven wings and skin like snow that the dogs haven’t peed on yet and cheeks like cherry blossoms and eyes like a magnificent summer sky.

~ J.k. Ashton

Cruelty had been his weapon. But such a tool is dangerous and can spread further than you intend.

~ Ross Turner

The weather had changed, all right. Gatlin had never seen a storm like this. And she probably didn't even know it was raining.

~ Kami Garcia; Margaret Stohl

Sentimentality is a quality that rarely has the slightest influence on action.

~ Hope Mirrlees

Mad folks are often as dangerous as bad ones.

~ Hope Mirrlees

Further, deeper still, those whose true names are for ever hidden from the world picked up the pattern of vibrations in the ether, and something akin to joy stirred in their fathomless minds. Perhaps soon they would be called upon to feed.

~ Marc Gascoigne

So self-assured were they all by nature that it never occurred to me to doubt that their perfection was predetermined by forces I did not understand. They were all royalty. They were all gods. They were all broken.

~ Chelsey Philpot

It's a wonderful fantasy, but it's not real. It's just watermelon magic.

~ Hope Ramsay

Upward and Onward

~ Stephen Zimmer

Two hundred generations of European Jews. All gone, just as if they'd never been. It was the first time it was really real for me--just as if I were standing at the top of a ladder and somebody yanked the ladder away--and I was still standing there, only now it was *possible* to fall, because all my connections had been cut away, and there I was looking down into empty space, thinking about how I'd come this close to just not existing at all.

~ Rosemary Edghill

Sometimes you must slow down to see that the world isnt spinning, rather its your own mind which makes things turn

~ Sedrie Danielle

Wells is teaching us to think. Burroughs and his lesser imitators are teaching us not to think. Of course, Burroughs is teaching us to wonder. The sense of wonder is in essence a religious state, blanketing out criticism. Wells was always a critic, even in his most wondrous and romantic tales.And there, I believe, the two poles of modern fantasy stand defined. At one pole wait Wells and his honorable predecessors such as Swift; at the other, Burroughs and the commercial producers, such as Otis Adelbart Kline, and the weirdies, and horror merchants such as H.P. Lovecraft, and so all the way past Tolkien to today's non-stop fantasy worlders. Mary Shelley stands somewhere at the equator of this metaphor.

~ Brian W. Aldiss

:Do you trust me?: Wareska quietly linked.:To stay alive? No. You and the monster will get lost in riddles and philosophizing. Then you will make some grand, heroic gesture, poorly thought-out and overestimating your own strength, and when the creature has roasted you alive, I will be the one sweeping up the ashes – figuratively speaking, of course. Lest we forget, I do not have hands.:

~ Ash Gray

When shrouded meanings and grim intentions are nicely polished up and pokerfaced personae are generously palming off their fantasy constructs, caution is the watchword, since rimpling water on the well of truth swiftly obscures our vision and perception. (Trompe le pied.)

~ Erik Pevernagie

Love can be a poison.

~ Sarah J. Maas

I never tolerate disrespect or betrayal

~ S.r. Crawford

Trust the Oak,” said she; “trust the Oak, and the Elm, and the great Beech. Take care of the Birch, for though she is honest, she is too young not to be changeable. But shun the Ash and the Alder; for the Ash is an ogre,—you will know him by his thick fingers; and the Alder will smother you with her web of hair, if you let her near you at night.

~ George Macdonald

Why do the birds return?” “What d’you mean?” Brandon looked lost all of a sudden. “I mean, they could go anywhere. They’re free…so why do they return to this place?” Brandon grinned. “Cause home’s home no matter how bleak.

~ S.r. Crawford

What was once your crown will now be your collar, and you will wear it until you learn what it is to submit.

~ Ava Sinclair

They call us monsters because it makes it easier to hurt us. Bus monsters are people too.

~ Kippa

If you never lie, you don't have to remember what you said.

~ R.s. Sexton

Time is but a destination.

~ Kathryn Hills

Then I guess we have a problem…because this man, Luhan Kane, is under arrest by decree of the Elders’ Circle. My authority outweighs yours.

~ S.r. Crawford

Believing in unknown future, destiny, predestination without working hard to see it through is a mere fantasy

~ Etc Wanyanwu

She felt hot tears soaking his shirt as she began to sob. “Forgive you? What king asks forgiveness of a slave?”“Avin…” he gently pushed her away. “I have wronged you. Terribly.”“Yes,” she said sadly. “But we both know it cannot be reversed. Not now. To do so will only throw Windbourne back in turmoil.” She wiped away tears with the back of her hand and looked towards the window. “I can no longer love these people after what they did, but I can acknowledge that they have suffered enough. The long winter was not their fault, but neither was the lie that made them angry. And now simple people have been promised a humbled queen, and you must deliver.”He sighed. “It is too much to ask,” he said.“Then don’t.” Avin gave him the smallest, and saddest of smiles.“You are the king,” she said. “So train me.” The tears came then, and she softened in his arms. “Save me, Xander, lest I never feel again.”“I am sorry,” he said into her hair. “I am sorry I didn’t come. I am sorry I was not the one to kill your father for the hurt he caused you. I am sorry that I caused you even more. I should have known better. I should have never believed the worst.” He put his forehead against hers. “Let me make it better, my love.

~ Ava Sinclair

You don’t even know me, or what I am capable of, boy.

~ S.r. Crawford

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

~ S.r. Crawford

Relationships take work. It isn’t true love if things go smoothly.

~ S.r. Crawford

You are a blue rose, Letti. It’s almost impossible that you exist amongst the other roses but you do. You bring wonder to those who are lucky enough to find you. The blue rose is lonely, lost and awaits someone special to believe in them; the same feeling I got from you the day we met. Blue roses are incomprehensible and mysterious. And so are you.

~ S.r. Crawford

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.

~ S.r. Crawford

You’re the shield, and I’m the sword.

~ Amanda Bouchet

I ate and read my book, this particular kind of fantasy novel that I secretly loved. It was my favorite thing to do– eat and read. The world just shut up for a while.

~ Laure Eve

I imagine some people, like some toys, are born defective - which I suppose makes us all broken toys, don't you think?

~ Carlos Ruiz Zafón

We were friends before.” Sort of. We never tried to kill each other.

~ Amanda Bouchet

It would seem very silly to start a conversation with a common hedgehog. They are not at all like cats, who surely understand the human language.

~ Erin Forbes

I turn back to Griffin. His expression is stony and unreadable, although if I had to take a wild guess, I’d say it was tending toward ominous.

~ Amanda Bouchet

The villagers had removed their masks. They displayed their true faces. And they were dreadful, diabolic visages. Blasted skin hung from shrunken mouths and red veins burst from their skin, leaving pronounced contours akin to miniature rivers. Each throbbed and pulsed, at home on scabby foreheads.I balked. The eyes drew all attention.Silver coins replaced eyeballs. They glinted with the same alluring lustre as the ones I had coveted in the chests. Instantly, dreadfully, I knew they were one and the same – accursed treasure used for nefarious sight, a symbol of the damned. And yet, the more I stared, the more I coveted them.

~ Tim Reed

Someday my prince will come,” she lamented softly, “too fast.

~ Melinda Duchamp