[Vanaleto]

Mnogi će fanove fantasya optužiti za određeni eskapizam od stvarnosti u kojoj žive i kritizirati kako se u fantasyu ne može naći ništa korisno za stvarni život (odnosno za njihovo poimanje stvarnosti koje je naravno jedino točno zato što je njihovo i sačuvaj nas nedefinirana božanska silo da netko pokraj njih živi drukčijim životnim stilom i još usto bude sretan).

Namjera je ovog topica dokazati kako se u fantasyu može pronaći mnogo životnih mudrosti i validnih razmišljanja koje dotiču tajne ljudskog srca i ove stvarnosti, a budući da ćemo to lako dokazati onda da i o toj fantasy mudrosti raspravimo, iznesemo svoja tumačenja i zaključke.

Dakle, ako ste u kakvoj knjizi, igri, filmu, seriji ili crtiću (mediji nije važan) pronašli ono nešto što vas je pogodilo u žicu i zbog čega ste uskliknuli: Odina mi! Ovo je tako istina! - iznesite to u ovom topicu, objasnite zašto vas se baš dojmilo i komentirajte doprinose drugih.

[Vanaleto]

Ja bih najradije citirao sve Bakkerove knjige od korica do korica, ali budući da to nije moguće ograničiti ću se na par izjava:

Kontrola nad onime što ljudi znaju kontrola je nad onime što rade.
Zbog toga čuvamo tajne i zbog toga je svaka tajna grijeh.
Volja za skrivanjem i volja za obmanjivanjem su jedno te isto.
Doista, tajna nije ništa doli neizgovorena obmana.
Laž koju samo Bozi mogu čuti.

Merempomas, Epistemata (iz Bakkerovog 'Rasudno oko')

[Decadent Sympozium]

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Bozi

Bozi? Zar je to doista pravilno?

Ontop: Meni ce trebal malo da pronjuskam ima li gdje zabiljezenih quotationa iz igara jerbo sam dosta toga dobrog vidio. Ako ništa drugo, barem mogu chrono cross cijeli citirati, hihi.

[Vanaleto]

'Bozi' su pjesnička sloboda.

[kunoichi]

"Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering."

Yoda u Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace

[Mercenary]

"Destruction in the work of an afternoon .
Creation is the work of a lifetime ."
Kamalhl , druid acolyte

Magic the gathering :evil2:

[autumn]

‘Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Amour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.’
Game of thrones, Tyrion Jonu.

[Freya]

There is always hope

Arwen

[jay]

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"...Your face was full of beauty, of a kind of nobility. When the world is horrible, then thoughts are high, full of grace and greatness."

I looked at her, thinking she was mocking me, but she was not.

"The world is filled half with evil and half with good. We can tilt it forward so that more good runs into our minds, or back, so that more runs into this." A movement of her eyes took in all the lake. "But the quantities are the same, we change only their proportion here or there."

"I would tilt it as far back as I can, until at last the evil runs out altogether," I said.

"It might be the good that would run out. But I am like you; I would bend time backward if I could."

"Nor do I believe that beautiful thoughts - or wise ones - are engendered by external troubles."

"I did not say beautiful thoughts, but thoughts of grace and greatness, though I suppose that is a kind of beauty. Let me show you." She lifted my hand and slipping it inside her rags pressed it to her right breast. I could feel the nipple, as firm as a cherry, and the warmth of the gentle mound beneath it, delicate, feather-soft and alive with racing blood. "Now," she said, "what are your thoughts? If I have made the external world sweet to you, aren't they less than they were?"

"Where did you learn all this?" I asked. Her face was drained of its wisdom, which condensed in crystal drops at the corners of her eyes.

The Shadow of the Torturer, Gene Wolfe.

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What struck me on the beach - and it struck me indeed, so that I staggered as at a blow - was that if the Eternal Principle had rested in that curved thorn I had carried about my neck across so many leagues, and if it now rested in the new thorn (perhaps the same thorn) I had only now put there, then it might rest in anything, and in fact probably did rest in everything, in every thorn on every bush, in every drop of water in the sea. The thorn was a sacred Claw because all thorns were sacred Claws; the sand in my boots was sacred sand because it came from a beach of sacred sand. The cenobites treasured up the relics of the sannyasins because the sannyasins had approached the Pancreator. But everything had approached and even touched the Pancreator, because everything had dropped from his hand. Everything was a relic. All the world was a relic. I drew off my boots, that had traveled with me so far, and threw them into the waves that I might not walk shod on holy ground.

The Citadel of the Autarch, Gene Wolfe.

[Sammael]

1 - It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone's fault. If it was us, what did that make Me? After all, I'm one of Us. I must be. I've certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We're always one of Us. It's Them that do the bad things.

2 - “If you have to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you entirely at his mercy, then hope like hell that man is an evil man. Because the evil like power... they will talk, they will gloat. So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word.”

Terry Pratchett

[Decadent Sympozium]

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What do you humans intend to do with our mother planet? Not thinking of the future...cutting down trees like there's no tomorrow! Burning the forests to make your towns even bigger! And all for what? Do you think that you are the only ones who live on this planet!? Do you even know the works of life-forms other than yourselves? Don't kid yourselves! You are nothing more than freaks of evolution !!!!

Masato Kato: Chrono Cross

Jedan večeras, nisam baš našao najbolje vrijeme za prolaženje kroz dijaloge, hihi.

[Mordred]

"...everything you learn is already part of you, even to the Godhead Itself. Study nothing except in the knowledge that you already knew it. Worship nothing except in adoration of your true self. And fear nothing except in the certainty that you are your enemy's begetter and its only hope of healing. For everything that does evil is in pain."

Clive Barker; Imajica

[Alis Wronsky]

Gustav Meyrink; Zeleno lice;


"Do sada su ljudi mrcvarili jedni druge za volju nekih sumnjivih nevidljivih, koji se, iz opreza, ne nazivaju duhovi, nego ideali. Sada je, vjerujem, najzad došlo vrijeme za objavu rata protiv tih nevidljivih, a u tome bih rado sudjelovao. Već godinama se obučavam za vojnika, u duhovnom smislu, to mi je odavno jasno, ali još nikad nisam osjećao toliko jasno kao danas da predstoji velika bitka protiv tih prokletih utvara. Kažem ti, jednom kad čovjek prihvati iskorijenjivanje pogrešnih ideala, tome nema kraja. nevjerojatno je kakve su se sve nametljive obmane nagomilale u nama na putu naslijeđivanja ideja. A, vidiš, to sustavno iskorijenjivanje korova u sebi nazivam utemeljenjem nove države. Iz obzira prema postojećim sustavima i iz taktičnosti prema svojim bližnjima, kojima, bože sačuvaj, ne bih htio nametati svoja gledišta o unutarnjoj iskrenosti i nesvjesnoj neiskrenosti, unaprijed sam se ograničio na to da u svoju državu-koju nazivam državom bez zaraznih klica, budući da je temeljito dezinficirana od duševnih bakterija pogrešnog idealizma-primim samo jednog podanika, naime sebe. Ja sam jedini misionar svoje vjere. Preobraćenici mi ne trebaju."

"Čuj me, kad neki čovjek dobije neku ideju, to samo dokazuje da je mnogima istovremeno pala na pamet ista misao. Tko to ne razumije, ne zna što je ideja. misli su zarazne, pa i kad ih se ne izgovori."

[Alis Wronsky]

Lord Dunsany;

"And little he knew of the things that ink can do, how it can mark a dead man's thoughts for the wonder of later years, and tell of happenings that are gone clean away, and be a voice for us out of the dark of time, and save many a fragile thing from the pounding of heavy ages; or carry to us,over the rolling centuries, even a song from lips long dead on forgotten hills."

"So that those things which have been shall all be again,and under the same bank in the same land a sudden glare of sunlight on the same spring day shall bring the same daffodil to bloom once more and the same child shall pick it,and not regretted shall be the billion years that fell between.And the same old faces shall be seen again yet not bereaved of their familiar haunts.And you and I shall in a garden meet again upon an afternoon in summer when the sun stands midway between his zenith and the sea,where we met oft before.For Fate and Chance play but one game together with every move the same and they play it oft to while eternity away… "

"Yet in the blood of man there is a tide, an old sea-current, rather, that is somehow akin to the twilight, which brings him rumours of beauty from however far away, as driftwood is found at sea from islands not yet discovered; and this springtide of current that visits the blood of man comes from the fabulous quarter of his lineage, from the legendary, of old; it takes him out to the woodlands, out to the hills; he listens to ancient song. "

H. P. Lovecraft;

Sometimes I believe that this less material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe is itself the secondary or merely virtual phenomenon. H. P. Lovecraft, Beyond the Wall of Sleep.

But some of us awake in the night with strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens, of fountains that sing in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch down to sleeping cities of bronze and stone, and of shadowy companies of heroes that ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests; and then we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy. H. P. Lovecraft, Celephais, 1920.

Max Muller; Mitologija je pošast jezika

J. R. R. Tolkien; Jezik je pošast mitologije

[Dior Aranel Eluchil]

"Dobar glas je ono što drugi ljudi znaju o tebi. A čast ono što ti sam o sebi znaš. Ne postoji trenutak u kojem se čovjek osjeća tako šuplje kao onda kad mu
vlastita čast u komadićima leži pod nogama, a za nagradu dobiva
dobar glas u javnosti. To čovjeku može uništiti dušu. A ako se
događa suprotno, to mu samo može izrazito ići na živce, i to je sve." Lois McMaster Bujold