...This quote made a lot of sense alongside the post I wrote the other day. Similar sentiments to before this adventure began...reminds me of what I said back in Traverse before the world was restored: "At home, it was a fairy tale to be here. Now, the thought of home feels more like a fairy tale."
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You can't have one without the other...lies and fantasy are from the same source, like light and dark.
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kind of self-explanatory. :)
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...And perhaps...the two quotes I think most important of all, I shall end on...
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To me, both of these quotes are about...how the hardest thing we must do in our lives...is to grow -- to change -- to let go of what we have. We 'lose' some things to change, but...they're never gone. They've become forgotten dreams, or they sleep somewhere inside us, behind a door we're afraid to open.
"...No human has visited Fantastica,
For they no longer know the way,
They have forgotten how real we are
They don't believe in us anymore.
Oh, if only one child of man would come,
Oh, then at last the thing would be done.
If only one would hear our plea.
For them it is near, but for us too far,
Never can we go out to them,
For theirs is the world of reality." (sung by Uyalala; 101)
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"...And the more these visits enriched our world, the fewer lies there were in theirs, the better it became. Just as our two worlds can injure each other, they can also make each other whole again."(spoken by the Childlike Empress; 158)
You can't have one without the other...lies and fantasy are from the same source, like light and dark.
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"Master," the lion replied calmly. "Didn't you know that Fantastica is the land of stories? A story can be new and yet tell about olden times. The past comes into existence with the story."(210)
kind of self-explanatory. :)
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...And perhaps...the two quotes I think most important of all, I shall end on...
"How am I to find the way there?" asked Bastian."Isn't it too late?"
"There's only one wish that can take you there: your last."
Bastian was terrified. "Dame Eyola--all the wishes that have come true thanks to AURYN have made me forget something. Will it be the same with this one?"
She nodded slowly.
"But if I don't notice it!"
"Did you notice it other times? Once you've forgotten something you don't know you ever had it."
"What am I forgetting now?"
"I'll tell you at the proper time. If I told you now you'd hold onto it."
"Must I lose everything?"
"Nothing is lost," she said. "Everything is transformed." (366)
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"They are forgotten dreams from the human world," Yor explained. "Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it what becomes of it? It lives on in Fantastica, deep under our earth. There the forgotten dreams are stored in many layers. The deeper one digs, the closer together they are. All Fantastica rests on a foundation of forgotten dreams."
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"Listen to me, Bastian Balthazar Bux," he said. "I'm no great talker. I prefer silence. But I will answer this one question. You are looking for the Water of Life. You want to be able to love, that's your only hope of getting back to your world. To love--that's easily said. But the Water of Life will ask you: Love whom? Because you can't just love in general. You've forgotten everything but your name. And if you can't answer, it won't let you drink. So you'll just have to find a forgotten dream, a picture that will guide you to the fountain. And to find that picture, you will have to forget the one thing you have left: yourself. And that take hard, patient work. Remember what I've said, for I shall never say it again."(373).
To me, both of these quotes are about...how the hardest thing we must do in our lives...is to grow -- to change -- to let go of what we have. We 'lose' some things to change, but...they're never gone. They've become forgotten dreams, or they sleep somewhere inside us, behind a door we're afraid to open.