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The realm will rise for its rightful king. Tyrell,
For the ones who dream of stranger worlds.
The fantasy world, the 'Game of Thrones' world, the forgotten realms worlds - they're the type of worlds I've always wanted to live in. Where vampires, dragons, dwarves and elves are real.
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 ...
It is possible to spend one's entire lifetime without ever experiencing the mystical realms or even without being aware of their existence.
Peter
Swirling dreams
Dragons knew
Touching life to win
Deep inside many other worlds
Where should we begin?
Dragons. A sky full of dragons.
Middle Earth. Vulcan. Pern. Arrakis. Magrathea. Discworld, Mid-World, Riverworld, Ringworld. Worlds upon worlds.
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, curtain round the vault of heaven.
If the upper realm is, as Plato suggested, the sphere of perfect love, truth, justice, and beauty, then the artist seeks to call down the magic of this world and to create, by dint of labor and luck, the closest-to-sublime simulacra of those qualities that he or she can.
Fantasyland communicates with the part of us that believes we can fly, and knows that there are monsters lurking in the woods.
What folly takes light through ether to each eye from every horizon.
Worthy would-be worlds of words, whorls of working wonder.
Icy pillars of serenity, spun from airy mist, entered my quiet vision in echoes of worlds unknown.
The entire heavenly realm is within us, but to find it we have to relate to what's outside.
By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only, Where an eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule
From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE, out of TIME.
I played lots of fantasy games. I would create these worlds, and I would believe in them.
In this timeless land of enchantment, the age of chivalry, magic and make-believe are reborn and fairy tales come true.
Every place but that in which one is born is equally strange and wondrous. Once beyond the bounds of the city walls, and none knows what may happen. We have stepped forth into the Land of Faerie, but at least we are in the open air.
Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.
This must be the sixth realm, the nameless void. Entropy is the only lord here. We will all bow down before him in the end.
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.
The world as we see it is only the published version. The subterranean realms, whether churches or hospital rooms or smoke-filled basements, are part of what hold up the rest.
My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.
Mysterious power, whence hope ethereal springs!
Sweet heavenly relic of eternal things!
Inspiring oft deep thoughts of things divine:
The past, the present, and the future time.
Thy reminiscences transport the soul
To memory?s Paradise?its future goal.
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
Horizons will not come to you; you must go to the horizons!
To me this out-of-the way corner was always a wonderful and a mysterious place, where my castles in the air stood close together in radiant rows, and where the strangest and most splendid adventures befell me; for the hours I passed in it and the people I met in it were all enchanted.
All these private, parallel dimensions, underlying such an innocuous little estate; all these self-contained worlds layered onto the same space.
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into ... the Twilight Zone.
These places are time machines, spaceships, story-makers, secret-keepers. They are dragon-tamers, dream-catchers, fact-finders, and safe places. They are full of infinite possibilities and tales worth taking home.
The universe lies before you on the floor, in the air, in the mysterious bodies of your dancers, in your mind. From this voyage no one returns poor or weary.
Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls
It was a kingdom of dreams - a place where things would be just the way I wanted them to be.
Troll - in the dungeons - thought you ought to know.
I have seen so many lands vanish in my wake, torn down like stage sets. What survives of them? An image as fleeting as a dream: whatever beauties I discovered, I already knew by heart.
He was moving through a new order of creation, of which few men had ever dreamed. Beyond the realms of sea and land and air and space lay the realms of fire, which he alone had been privileged to glimpse. It was too much to expect that he would also understand.
Tier on tier of beautiful mountains and streams Blue green vistas locked in white clouds The mist makes my bandana wet Dew coats my grass cape My feet climb in straw sandals My hand holds an old wooden stick When I gaze down again on the dusty world It has become a land of phantoms and dreams to me
Almost it seemed that the words took shape, and visions of far lands and bright things that he had never yet imagined opened out before him; and the firelit hall became like a golden mist above seas of foam that sighed upon the margins of the world.
Sublime wonders lie in store,
I am shown a regal residence;
a mighty kingdom, an empire
with more grandeur than before ...
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.
Blissful Islands
When you go into the causal realms you become someone else. The light vibrates very quickly. You will see that you are a concurrence of light - taken shape and form in the body you now occupy.
A unicorn in this magical star.
In my new home.
My ethereal home.
Saturna
Starks of Winterfell: a grey direwolf racing across an ice-white field.
O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.
Dream is a window to the other realm
There's a realm above the trees
Where the lost are finally found
Touch your feathers to the breeze
And leave the ground.
Wherever is love and loyalty, great purposes and lofty souls, even though in a hovel or a mine, there is fairyland.
Fantasy is one of the soul's brighter porcelains.
Above us our palace waits, the only one I've ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming again like fireflies in a summer evening.
The realm of love is light of miracles.
I've never played Dungeons & Dragons, but I'm actually pretty familiar with it.
There are worlds other than these.
Dreamer in Exile.
Our vision of the heavenly realm ... can sustain us through the most difficult of days and circumstances. It births hope amidst hardship and nurtures faith amidst opposition.
Far over misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.
Fantasy World {Couplet}
"I live in no fantasy world
as you unjustly claim,
so insult not my dragon
by proclaiming him an iguana,
or I'm gonna make it my quest
to stick my sword up your ass
and thusly achieve Nirvana.
If men dream of the mystical. magical, immortal realms of angels ~ What is it then... That angels dream of?
This was a moment of magic revealing to us all, for a few moments, a hidden world of grace and wonder beyond the one of which our eyes told us, a world that no words could delineate, as insubstanttial as a cloud, as iridescent as a dragon-fly and as innocent as the heart of a rose.
The higher worlds are around us. These worlds are not only heavenly worlds, not only worlds of happiness, though paradise and happiness are in them, but they are also worlds that could be terrible for the people, by dangerous facts and creatures.
A world between my fingers.
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
Come with me to the Winged Isle- Northern father's Western child Where the Dance of Ages is playing still through far marches of Acres Wild.
Reality seemed so paltry next to castles - dungeons - in the air.
Far over the misty mountains cold. To dungeons deep, and caverns old
The squall has ceased to be a cause of my complaint. The magic of the craft has opened for me a world in which I shall confront, within two hours, the black dragons and the crowned crests of a coma of blue lightnings, and when the night has fallen, I, delivered, shall read my course in the stars.
The dewy night unrolls a heaven thickly jewelled with sparkling stars
The magic of the craft has opened for me a world in which I shall confront, within two hours, the black dragons and the crowned crests of a coma of blue lightnings, and when night has fallen I, delivered, shall read my course in the starts.
In this world men struggle and suffer vainly, finding pleasure only in the bright madness of battle; dying, their souls enter a gray misty realm of clouds and icy winds, to wander cheerlessly throughout eternity.
Devic Magic
Woodland sprites, elves and nymphs
Waltz in time take a glimpse
Fairies hide the forest wit
Mushrooms fly, agarics hit
There are some people who can never see a little cloud of fantasy float across the horizon of their dreams without building a heavy castle in the air upon it, and bringing it to earth.
The spacious firmament on high,
And all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Down the ancient corridors through the gates of time, run the ghosts of dreams that we have left behind.
At the edge of our world, at the edge of the otherworld, the beautiful and mysterious faeries stand, watching and waiting to greet us, inviting us to journey with them as our guides while we walk the infinite paths of the Faerie.
Let us depart instead for the fields of Dreams and wander those blue, romantic hills where stands the abandoned tower of the Supernatural, where cool mosses clothe the ruins of Idealism. Let us, in short, indulge in a little fantasy!
The world of wonders!
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Toad's ancestral home, won back by matchless valour, consummate strategy, and a proper handling of sticks.
A house for wisdom, a field for revelation.
Speak to the stars, and the stars answer. At first the visible obscures:
Go where the light is.
Winter is coming, and when the Long Night falls, only the Night's Watch will stand between the realm and the darkness that sweeps from the North.
Thud, thud, thud, riderless black horse with red eyes coming down the halls of his mind, ironshod hooves digging up soft gray clods of brain tissue, leaving hoofprints to fill up with mystic crescents of blood.
By the Wyrd Throne of Glass Series
The horizon bounded by a propitious sky, azure, marbled with pearly white.
There is a curtain, thin as gossamer, clear as glass, strong as iron, that hangs forever between the world of magic and the world that seems to us to be real.
Leave city, leave reality; enter forest, enter fantasy!
what else might this awakening world contain?
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
Heavenly realities are found in the presence of God
The Cloud Maze.
An Excursion in Dimension A Climb Though the Firmament; There Is No Beginning There Is No End
Enter Where You Please
Leave When You Wish
Have No Fear of Falling
I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite. And while I rise from my own globe to others and penetrate ever further through the eternal field. That which others saw from afar, I leave far behind me.
FABLEHAVEN: None who enter will leave unchanged. Trespassers will be turned to stone.
When thought stops, a doorway opens into dimensions that are pure and unassociated. They're nonbinding realities. They're non-samskaric, which simply means that they're beautiful; they're ecstatic.
Agreements. Specifically, a treaty ratified by all the orders of whimsical like forms who dwell here that affords a measure of security for mortal caretakers. In a world where mortal man has become the dominant force, most creatures of enchantment have fled to refuges like this one.
We live in the most epic of fantasy worlds.
The full ethereal round, Infinite worlds disclosing to the view, Shines out intensely keen; and all one cope Of starry glitter glows from pole to pole. THE
A rare objectivity and insight can be imparted regarding this world's struggle for spiritual integrity. In the land of Faerie, the reader may see his small battles writ large in the wars of titans or elves and understand for the first time, his own worth.
It's the witching hour once more-
When the Muse comes out to play.
He calls me through that magic door-
Where galaxies of worlds await!
It was as if he had just seen a door open to another place, somewhere worlds away where hanged men blew in the wind at every crossroads, where witches shrieked overhead in the night.
Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam; Where the salt weed sways in the stream.