6,395 Quotes About Fantasy

The Imagination of the Mind is the Treasury that although liable to theft, never ceases to grow.

All around us is a nothing that stretches on for infinity. We humans can barely comprehend that. If we comprehend it we are rarely pleased.

I wish I could run into the world’s arms. Linger within the spaces between nothing. I wish I could filter out of existence. To live quietly without dying. I wish I could be cherished by life itself. To speak and sing volumes without lying to myself.

I keep dying and hoping you notice me. But you’re too busy living.

He called the place Amber, and said that it was run by a half-mad family, with the city itself peopled by their bastards and folks whose ancestors they brought in from other places ages ago.

The serpent shook itself and its image wavered. Tentacles rose from it, which presently Tayven realized were arms. The serpent had acquired a semi-human appearance. To the waist, it had the form of a beautiful boy which melded into the flexing coils. The creature’s limbs wove upon the air in a cruel dance. It smiled, showing sharp teeth, and a narrow forked tongue flickered out.

Don’t you know when a bard lies he commits murder? He murders truth, and from the lips of a king’s bard, that kills part of the world.

Ahhh,” breathed the serpent, “to be desired by princes and kings. I am you, Tayven. I am the snake inside your pretty skin that bit them and poisoned their hearts.

Your pretty songs were nothing but lies and now, because of you, your friends will perish here. I will devour them for their false trust in their deceit. Why don’t you sing for me while I feast, lovely bard? I like a pretty tune.