Can build castles in the air.

There is more pleasure to building castles in the air than on the ground.

Wouldn't it be fun if all the castles in the air which we make could come true and we could live in them?

I loved: and in the morning sky, A magic castle upward grew!

The house stood on a hillside, overlooking the town in the valley and the long stretch of mountains beyond. From the country road that climbed through the hill's woods in a wide curve, you stepped right into the middle story, as if it were at ground level -- so deeply was the little, white house nestled into the slope. But perched up there it had a freer view out over the terraced garden and the broad expanse below, gazing down with many bright window-eyes and with boldly protruding bays -- extensions of original rooms that had been found too confining. This undeniably made for whimsical architecture, but it gave the house an impression of grace and lightness -- almost as if it were just resting there. (p. 1)

Castles in the air — they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

In the midst of a thick forest, there was a castle that gave shelter to all travelers overtaken by night on their journey: lords and ladies, royalty and their retinue, humble wayfarers.

The bell jar hung, suspended, a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.

I learned to dream on the roof of the house

My house rose overnight.

I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.

If you are going to build something in the air it is always better to build castles than houses of cards.

Where we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. That was where we could go.

Then we looked back and saw where the clear line of Dracula’s castle cut the sky; for we were so deep under the hill whereon it was set that the angle of perspective of the Carpathian mountains was far below it. We saw it in all its grandeur, perched a thousand feet on the summit of a sheer precipice, and with seemingly a great gap between it and the steep of the adjacent mountain on any side. There was something wild and uncanny about the place. We could hear the distant howling of wolves. They were far off, but the sound, even though coming muffled through the deadening snowfall, was full of terror.