Quotes About Fairy

Bless spinster Aunt Hilda, hitherto considered eccentric, once a suffragette, a schoolmistress, and finally a county councillor, now waving posthumously the wand of a fairy godmother.

In the distance, Bo saw a fairy. A fairy so beautiful that he felt proud of being called one in highschool.

When the winds of March are wakening the crocuses and crickets, Did you ever find a fairy near some budding little thickets,... And when she sees you creeping up to get a closer peek She tumbles through the daffodils, a playing hide and seek.

Somehow the idea of Montgomery as a fairy doesn't have the same effect on me as it appears to have on you.-Raphael

Remember: There's a reason the fairy godmother gave Cinderella two glass slippers.

Don't worry, fairy vomit is no doubt sweet-smelling to humans.

If you were very, very small, smaller than a leprechaun, smaller than a gnome or a fairy, and you lived in a vagina, every time a penis came in there would be a natural disaster. Your dishes would fall out of the cupboards and break and the furniture slide all the way to the other side of the room. It would take a long time to clean up afterwards.

So striking, everyone would say. E-theeeer-real, some would even venture. The littlest girls, padding in in their ballet pinks, would stare up at the photo mounted in the lobby, fingers in their mouths. Like fairy princesses.

Once they take you and you taste the food…you cannot come back. You are changed…and live with them for ever. —The Fairy Faith in Celtic Countries by W. Y. Evans-Wentz (1911)

He did something so un-Pucklike, Sabrina couldn't believe it. He got up sat behind her, and let his enormous fairy wings sprout from his back. Then he wrapped them around her to keep the bitter cold away. It was the first truly nice thing the so-called Trickster King had ever done for her.

Remember: There's a reason the fairy godmother gave Cinderella two glass slippers.

It's like whoever sits up ther in Heaven had this big bag of really crappy stuff, and once or twice a day she or he reaches in and sprinkles a little bit of it over the world and it makes everything go crazy, like fairy dust that's past its expiration date.

Somehow the idea of Montgomery as a fairy doesn't have the same effect on me as it appears to have on you. -Raphael

When what to their curious eyes should loom, but a wicked old witch holding a broom. Her cape—how it shimmered! Her face—oh, how scary! Her hat was so pointy, it frightened the fairy! The wicked witch said, "Welcome. We have a surprise." And the children yelled, "Run! It's not a disguise!

This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the fairy folk, whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their existence. Or lack thereof.

It's because I'm not a very satisfactory princess," Alianora said. "I tried, I really did, but... It started when the wicked fairy came to my christening." "She put a curse on you?" "No, she ate cake and ice cream until she nearly burst and danced with my Uncle Arthur until two in the morning and had a wonderful time. So she went home without cursing me, and Aunt Ermintrude says that that's where the whole problem started.

But instead, she simply walked through the walls. She didn't know any better. Nobody had ever told her she couldn't. Because of this, she moved through the city like some faerie creature. She walked roads no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange and free.

Pero creo que no me amaba, porque me atrapó con una sonrisa adorable y luego desapareció sin decir palabra. Como el rocío bajo la débil luz del amanecer. -Como un sueño al despertar -añadió Denna con una sonrisa. -Como una doncella feérica deslizándose entre los árboles.

John the Skrull: (as Merlyn) "Here, listen. It's me, Merlyn, the magic man. There's no need for all this conflict, like. I command you to--" Tink: "Suck my tits, you fairy fuckers!" John the Skrull: "I was going to say 'give peace a chance'...

If you enjoy your alcohol, remember this: If you put your old, rotten used-up liver under your pillow, the Beer Fairy will leave you a keg.

The ubiquitous semi-sentient utility routine running in her macrocellular clusters responded immediately by unfolding a basic array of mental icons, slender lines of blue fairy light that superimposed themselves within her wobbly vision. She frowned. If she was reading their efficiency modes correctly, her biononics had