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Fancies are whimsical notions or desires, things which satisfy a whim.

Quotes

  • Some things are of that nature as to make
    One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.
    • John Bunyan, The Pilgrim's Progress (1678), The Author's Way of Sending Forth his Second Part of the Pilgrim, Part II.
  • While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
    Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
  • The difference is as great between
    The optics seeing as the objects seen.
    All manners take a tincture from our own;
    Or come discolor'd through our passions shown;
    Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies,
    Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes.
  • Tell me where is fancy bred,
    Or in the heart or in the head?
    How begot, how nourished?
    Reply, reply.
    It is engender'd in the eyes,
    With gazing fed; and fancy dies
    In the cradle where it lies.

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations

Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 260.
  • Ever let the Fancy roam,
    Pleasure never is at home.
  • The truant Fancy was a wanderer ever.
  • Sentiment is intellectualized emotion, emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
  • Two meanings have our lightest fantasies,
    One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.
  • She's all my fancy painted her,
    She's lovely, she's divine.
  • When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
    Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away.
  • Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains,
    Winning from Reason's hand the reins,
    Pity and woe! for such a mind
    Is soft, contemplative, and kind.
  • We figure to ourselves
    The thing we like, and then we build it up
    As chance will have it, on the rock or sand:
    For Thought is tired of wandering o'er the world,
    And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.
    • Sir Henry Taylor, Philip Van Artevelde, Part I, Act I, scene 5.
  • Sad fancies do we then affect,
    In luxury of disrespect
    To our own prodigal excess
    Of too familiar happiness.
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