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One of the great pleasures of working in Middle Earth is you get to be another being.
You said we're in Neverland! As in the story? As in Tinker Bell and the Lost Boys and Peter Pan?
The invisible world!
The continuum in which we live is not the kind of place in which middles can be unambiguously excluded.
You come home to find your 17-year-old daughter engrossed in a book. Which would delight you more - if it were 'Twilight' or 'Middlemarch?'
Creating New Worlds Through Imagination
What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?
The epic implications of being human end in more than this: We start our lives as if they were momentous stories, with a beginning, a middle and an appropriate end, only to find that they are mostly middles.
Endings are elusive, middles are nowhere to be found, but worst of all is to begin, to begin, to begin.
A world remains of which man is the sole master. What bound him was the illusion of another world.
Naturally I belonged to the bright and correct world, I was my parents' child; but wherever I turned my eyes and ears, the other world was there and I lived in it, too, even though it was often unfamiliar and uncanny to me,
Home - the nursery of the Infinite.
As a child I used to watch clouds, and in them, see faces, castles, animals, dragons, and giants. It was a world of escape
fantasy; something to inject wonder and adventure into the mundane, regulated life of a middle-class boy leading a middle-class life.
Those who read Middlemarch in that way will find little in Their Eyes Were Watching God to please them. It's about a girl who takes some time to find the man she really loves. It is about the discovery of self in and through another.
Fairyland, where dreams can hurt. Somewhere all stories are real, all songs are true. I thought that was a strange thing for the kelda to say ...
We live in the most epic of fantasy worlds.
Hobbiton, a low but somehow cozy tunnel with rounded earthen sides
The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue
When I was 15, I thought there had to be a place like that in the world. I was sure that somewhere I'd run across the entrance that would take me to that other world." I
And so I went through the looking glass, stepped into the netherworld, where up is down and food is greed, where convex mirrors cover the walls, where death is honor and flesh is weak. It is ever so easy to go. Harder to find your way back.
The middle of life is the testing-ground of character and strength.
The realms of day and night. Two different worlds coming from two opposite poles mingled during this time.
The world of wonders!
NEVERLAND:The imaginary island home of Peter Pan and the lost boys. A place where you never grow up. Michael Jackson's former retreat. An accurate description of the 21st century.
This is the middle.
Things have had time to get complicated,
messy, really. Nothing is simple anymore ...
This is the thick of things.
So much is crowded into the middle
... too much to name, too much to think about.
Not in Utopia,
subterranean fields,
Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us,
the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all
Travel backward to a lost land heard of in childhood; find it to be incomprehensible, rich, strange; then discover it is the place from which you set out.
Wherever two human beings are alive, together, and happy, there is the center of the world.
We were in a middle space then, in a cone of white, father and son moving forward at a certain speed. Side by side, not truly quiet but quiescent, two gnarls of human scribble, human cipher, human dream.
Eyes closed on an open soul...the world starts from within its core towards its final frontier: the end surface.
... the midpoint of each film is the moment when each protagonist embraces for the first time the quality they will need to become complete and finish their story. It's when they discover a truth about themselves.
There is a world inside the world.
Where shadows dim with shadows mate,
in caverns deep and dark.
Where old books dream of bygone days,
when they were wood and bark ...
The great thing about a trilogy is that it feels like you've got a beginning, a middle, and an end.
There is another world, and it is in this one.World-- Paul Eluard
There's no such thing as the middle of nowhere. Something is happening everywhere. You just have to find the story in it.
Middle school's amazing. It is extraordinary. An extraordinary time.
Only the middle ground of this wicked world mattered, the vast gap that stretched between, and those who were born with enough grit to brave it.
The beginning of the end can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it.
You can exclude the excluded middle, but when you ride through, on your way to a lonely and more certain place, out the window you'll see everyone you've ever known living there.
There is a world elsewhere.
In the forest of primeval
A school for Good and Evil
Twin towers like two heads
One for the pure
And one for the wicked
Try to escape you'll always fail,
The only way out is
Through a fairytale.
Take us to the in-between,
Where earth meets sky, and wake meets dream.
And time rushes by, unseen.
Take us to the infinite night,
Where up is down, and left is right,
And dark vanquishes light.
There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.
There is a magic in that little world, home; it is a mystic circle that surrounds comforts and virtues never know beyond its hallowed limits.
This world is not a middle point in evolution. It's one step down from the middle point in evolution. This is the world of desire and fulfillment, frustration, but at least once in a while you can go to Burger King.
The middle years, caught between children and parents, free of neither: the past stretches back too densely, it is too thickly populated, the future has not yet thinned out.
Round about what is, lies a whole mysterious world of might be, a psychological romance of possibilities and things that do not happen.
The enchanted world arising out of the dim mists of the past, into which he just stepped, quivered-and disappeared.
Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.
The beautiful world!
Tolkien didn't just write 'The Hobbit,' he created a whole world.
Middle-earth is our world. I have (of course) placed the action in a purely imaginary (though not wholly impossible) period of antiquity, in which the shape of the continental masses was different.
During my 'difficult teens,' I read about worlds that were mysterious.
There has to be a middle. Without it, nothing can ever truly be whole. Because it is not just the space between, but also what holds everything together.
There is something magical about losing yourself in a world that doesn't exist.
Even when people abroad see me, I'm often asked about a 'Zone of the Enders' sequel.
The realms of love and light, anything is possible
A perpetual world; a world within a world. Of my mind and outside my mind. The real world is the dream world.
We were in the middle of nowhere, and in the back of beyond.
lived his life in the middle, hovering in a space devoid
the world is my idea
Middle age is when your age starts to show around your middle.
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
There are worlds other than these.
The Last Unicorn
The Magician's Land is a triumphant climax to the best fantasy trilogy of the decade.
Although it is a fantasy film, it's as real as it can be. You have to imagine that an audience will buy their ticket to a cinema and get on a first-class flight and journey to Middle Earth.
Limbo. It's not Heaven, and it's not Hell. It's the in-between.' (Edward speaking about reading the Divine Comedy.
Luke: 'This was, I realised, my new address.
Have you seen my childhood? I'm searching for the world that I came from cause I've been looking around in the lost and found of my heart.
A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.
A million million worlds that move in peace;A million mighty laws that never cease;And one small ant-heap, hidden by small weeds,Rich with eggs, slaves and store of millet-seeds.They sleep beneath the sodAnd trust in God.
When you're at the beginning, don't obsess about the middle, because the middle is going to look different once you get there.
Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through the land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast - And half believe it true.
There are two worlds: the world we can measure with line and rule, and the world that we feel with our hearts and imagination.
Stephen King shows one incredible world.
Home, you think. Home. This is my world. This is where I come from. Everyone I know, everyone I ever heard of, grew up down there, under that relentless and exquisite blue.
It's the strange world.'
'The strangest.
Bianca Nazario stands at the end of the world. The firmament above is as blue as the summer skies of her childhood, mirrored in the waters of la caldera; but where the skies she remembers were bounded by mountains, here on Sky there is no horizon, only a line of white cloud.
This planet was a marketplace where evil tugged murderously at its chains. Its spies were everywhere. At windy corners where young girls with knowing children's faces were selling flowers and matches, on the operating tables at the hospitals, in the slums, at railway stations, under viaducts.
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.
In the center of my being, I am floating with the waves of time in the ocean of light.
A whole new world is a dazzling place
Each and every novel is a world outside the world - for a reader to visit, for comfort, consolation, escape, or challenge.
Each day a new world
opens itself to you. And all the worlds you are -
..................
gather into one world
called You
where You decide
what each world
and each story
and each ending
will finally be.
There are two worlds: The world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world we feel with our hearts and imaginations.
Mine, is a wicked world of pure fascinastion.
Fantasyland communicates with the part of us that believes we can fly, and knows that there are monsters lurking in the woods.
Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.
Dear, dear, the miniature world of the family! All the emotions of mankind seem to find a place in it.
I know people always talk about living in the middle of nowhere - there's always another place (some city, some foreign country) they'd rather be. But it's moments like this that I feel like I live in the middle of somewhere. My somewhere.
World rips kid's guts out
The world is calling, it's now or neverland.
I couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather be. In the middle.
There are eight known Realms beyond this one. It's mixed what you find on them, but a couple of them, the phrase hell on earth couldn't be more fitting. They're a necromancer's wet dream.
Most of us live in two worlds -- our real world and the one we build or spin for ourselves out of the books we read, the heroes we admire, the things we hope to do.
He was in a fairy kingdom where everything was possible.
He looked up at the sky. And the sky was a fairy realm like the earth. It was clearing, and over the tops of the trees clouds were swiftly sailing as if unveiling the stars.
A childish story take, and with a gentle hand, lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined in Memory's mystic band ... thus grew the world of Wonderland.
Looking for Narnia? You're in the wrong universe
The ends of the earth, the depths of the sea, the darkness of time, you have chosen all three. - E. M. Forster