Quotes About Fairy

I found a sad little fairy Beneath the shade of a paper tree. I know a sad little fairy Who was blown away by the wind one night.

Winter sunshine is a fairy wand touching everything with a strange magic. It is like the smile of a friend in time of sorrow.

I'm part fairy,' said John. There was a quiet pause, and he eyed the man. 'Is that a problem?' 'No, sir. The United States military is very accepting of that sort of thing nowadays.

Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times.

He was like a young, undriven, unfalsifying, unvindictive Fay. So Fay might have appeared, just at the beginning, to her aging father, with his slipping eyesight.

Letters from the first were planned to guide us into Fairy Land.

Once upon a time there was a Queen who had a son so ugly and so misshapen that it was long disputed whether he had human form. A fairy who was at his birth said, however, that he would be very amiable for all that, since he would have uncommon good sense.

I'm an interpreter of stories. When I perform it's like sitting down at my piano and telling fairy stories.

When I sound the fairy call, Gather here in silent meeting, Chin to knee on the orchard wall, Cooled with dew and cherries eating. Merry, merry, Take a cherry Mine are sounder, Mine are rounder Mine are sweeter, For the eater When the dews fall. And you'll be fairies all.

No child but must remember laying his head in the grass, staring into the infinitesimal forest and seeing it grow populous with fairy armies.

What can be salvaged from your life? A pain that gently darkens over heart and brain, a fairy's touch, a cobweb's weight of pain, now makes me tremble at your right to live.

She's as light as any fairy; she's as pretty as a peach; She's mistress of the witchcraft to beguile; There's sunshine in her manner, there is music in her speech, And there's concentrated honey in her smile.

The core reality of the fairy as postmortem being for deceased humans (or other breathing creatures in our world) has been laid bare. When we bring to mind the intimate overlap and interchange that the Fairy-world or spirit-world has with the ordinary world of experience, we must remember that fairy-beings can just as easily and accurately be described as the pre-natal beings of humankind or other breathing creatures.

Fairy godmothers?" said the king dubiously. "We'll have a time getting that past the court council — and the bishop.

I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried It said You must not weep If, full of mirth, I smile and grin, It says You must not laugh When once I wished to drink some gin It said You must not quaff. When once a meal I wished to taste It said You must not bite When to the wars I went in haste It said You must not fight. What may I do? at length I cried, Tired of the painful task. The fairy quietly replied, And said You must not ask. Moral: You mustn't.

Nothing can be truer than fairy wisdom. It is as true as sunbeams.

I bit Tiger Lily, as hard as I could. I don't know how I thought it would help. Fairie bites are worse than wasp stings - they pierce and burn and ache all at the same time. As best, I knew, I'd be swatted away, and at worst she might crush me by accident in her reaction to the pain. But what happened was worse. She didn't seem to notice it at all. It was like Tiger Lily herself wasn't even really there.

And when she surfaces from her dream, she calls me by my old name, though no one uses it anymore. And she turns to me, her eyelashes fluttering in the glare that surrounds me, and whispers to me in one short syllable. Tink.

Summer estaba en lo cierto, después de todo: sería una increíble Titania. Si lo consigue ella, ¿a mí qué? Podría ser un Duende mejor, y eso podría ser más divertido de todos modos. Parezco una malvada andrógina ahora, con mi cabello corto. Probablemente sería un estupendo Duende, en realidad, ahora que lo pienso. ¿Quién dice que tengo que ser la Reina de las Hadas?

he brought music of his own, and awakened every fairy echo with the tender accents of his oboe...

A nixie, poor ignorant girl child, is a sprite of the water.

This girl you found us. What is she exactly- an extraterrestrial?" Philibert smiled. "A fairy." "Yeah, that's it. A fairy. You're right." And, uh, there are sexual fairies, right?

Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For awhile these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing.

they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing.