Fantasy Literature Quotes

“Death is lighter than a feather. Duty, heavier than a mountain.”
― Robert Jordan, The Eye of the World

“Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisoned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

“What exists is real; therefore it is tragic, since whatever lives must die. Only fantasy, the vapors rising from sheer nonsense, can now excite my laughter.”
― Jack Vance, The Green Pearl

“For me, fantasy must be about something, otherwise it's foolishness... ultimately it must be about human beings, it must be about the human condition, it must be another look at infinity, it must be another way of seeing the paradox of existence.”
― George Clayton Johnson

“I enjoy fantasy literature very much because of all the reality it involves.”
― Gonzalo Guma, Equinoccio. Susurros del destino

“You are free to make your own choices, but ultimately your choices make you.”
― C. D. SUTHERLAND, The Dragoneers

“The enduring rapture with magic and fable has always struck me as latently childish and somehow sexless (and thus also related to childlessness).”
― Christopher Hitchens, Love, Poverty, and War: Journeys and Essays

“My gentlehobbits, I give you this toast: To the Hobbits, May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.”
― J. R. R. Tolkien

“If I can't be better than them , I will become so much worse”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“Valley of the Damned (The 'Halla, Vol. # 1)

No force can oppose Love in Earth or Heaven above, No, not even the damned of Hell can stop relentless Love.

—Valkyrie Kari, Chapter Sixteen”
― douglas laurent

“Evil surrounds everyone, but not everyone is able to confront it.”
― George A. Kos, Wizards' Secret Service. Classified: The Brotherhood of Darkness

“It is your true destiny. It was only a matter of time before you found it and it found you.”
― M.J. Irving, Nova's Quest for the Enchanted Chalice

“If you hear my dying screams, avenge me."

Star shrugged. "Not sure how. You're the one with the fancy sword.”
― Jenn Lyons, The Name of All Things

“I was pregnable once,” Merill thought to contribute. She remembered how troublesome it made getting around, having a ripe belly. Couldn’t roll properly, couldn’t hop properly, couldn’t romp or flop properly. There were the cravings for roasted cabbage—she loathed cabbage, with its leaves and growing in rows. And labor! Merill passed out during childbirth. She’d endured burns, lacerations, rips, serrated teeth, nails, hooks and a trove of unmentionable harm-inflictors. Labor trounced them all and wriggled gleefully in the spray of blood and gore. “Being pregnable is no good. No good at all. Like growing a bitter melon in your belly.”
― Darrell Drake, Where Madness Roosts

“Perhaps Cadoett was just a splendid tomb, and the ocean was a tender songbird humming a noble tale.”
― Ella Rose Carlos, A Long Lost Fantasy

“Questa è la storia, che fin da bambina,
turba i miei sogni più inquieti.
E tu? ne sai forse di più?”
― Dino Olivieri, Di undici foglie

“He killed and killed and killed and killed. Death! Death! Death!”
― Anna Smith Spark, The Court of Broken Knives

“- Pues un mago, evidentemente. ¿No has visto tu sombrero? - El mago tuvo un impulso de reír, de no ser porqué Rahn se le adelantó deleitándole con los sonidos de lo que claramente significaba un lobo riendo a carcajada limpia.”
― Víctor Fernández García, Mago

“Elephant wanted no part of Rupert Panther. Rather, he wanted Rupert Panther to have no part of him, which was a realistic concern because Rupert was looking at Elephant like a gambler coming off a marathon poker game in Las Vegas looks at the all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet, like he has something to settle with a tall stack of pancakes, and he's all business and all fork.”
― T.A. Young

“My heart, it yearns for Cadoett, blessed kingdom by the sea. Though far away, I’m sent to roam, my soul it sings, ‘my city–my home, my city–my home.”
― Ella Rose Carlos, A Long Lost Fantasy

“It is said that long ago a humble warrior defeated death, giving hope to mankind.”
― Ella Rose Carlos, A Long Lost Fantasy

“Jag sa ju det.” Jag blinkar kaxigt. ”Du ääälskar mig.”
”Du hade rätt.”
”Men jag älskade dig först.”
”Fast jag älskar dig mer.”
― Lovisa Wistrand, Equidae

“Amrath! Amrath! Amrath and the Altrersyr! Death and all demons! Death! Death! Death!”
― Anna Smith Spark, The Court of Broken Knives

“Blood! Oh blood! Oh blood and killing! He struck his sword out with his sword and a man fell before him, cut open, gutted like a fish. A stink of shit.”
― Anna Smith Spark, The Court of Broken Knives

“Big as a cart horse. Deep fetid marsh rot snot shit filth green. Traced out in scar tissue like embroidered cloth. Wings black and white and silver, heavy and vicious as blades. The Stink of it came choking. Fire and ash. Hot metal. Fear. Joy. Pain. There are dragons in the desert, said the old maps of the empire, and they had laughed and said no, no, not that close to great cities, if there ever were dragons there they are gone like the memory of a dream. Its teeth closed ripping on Gulius's arm, huge, jagged; its eyes were like knives as it twisted away with the arm hanging bloody in its mouth. It spat blood and slime and roared out flame again, reared up beating its wings. Men fell back screaming, armor scorched and molten, melted into burned melted flesh. The smell of roasting meat surrounded them. Better than steak. Gulius was lying somehow still alive, staring at the hole where his right arm had been. The dragons front legs came down smash onto his body. Plume of blood. Gulius disappeared. Little smudge of red on the green. A grating shriek as its claws scrabbled over hot stones. Screaming. Screaming. Beating wings. The stream rose up boiling. Two men were in the stream trying to douse burning flesh and the boiling water was in their faces and they were screaming too. Everything hot and boiling and burning, dry wind and dry earth and dry fire and dry hot scales, the whole great lizard body scorching like a furnace, roaring hot burning killing demon death thing.”
― Anna Smith Spark, The Court of Broken Knives

“Gods, this was wondrous! Everything, even the joyful slaughter in the palace of Sorlost, everything in his life was as nothing compared to this! Power. Such power flowing through him. They died at his asking. All of them. He'd kill them all. So futile, their little lives. The thin fine skin of life, suspended over the eternity of emptiness. They all deserved to die, surely? Death and death and death! The one true thing! The only true thing!”
― Anna Smith Spark, The Court of Broken Knives

“All fantasy tales bathe in the same myth pool and soak in its archetypes and tropes. It's how each author tosses the stock ingredients of the salad that renders their telling unique.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Gronyar grunted with satisfaction. His belly bulged. There was nothing better than eating your enemies, except maybe shitting them out.”
― C.A. Tedeschi, Lion Knight saga: The Knights of the Brotherhood

“It was the savagery of their territory that diminished the clan of humans, like an old blade worked over too many times with the file. Ground down, but still razor sharp. They had lost wives, and daughters, and sons to illness, or some other malady. They lost strong men too. Men they’d known their whole lives, and ridden with for decades, were dead and buried, or at least dead, because they had stood side by side together against one savage brute or another. Worse yet, there was a time when bandits hid out in the bedrock. Human scum. They were the dregs, the cruelest kind of monster, devious and cunning, with a preference for deception.”
― C.A. Tedeschi, Lion Knight saga: The Knights of the Brotherhood