Quotes About Faeries

That faeries have forgotten the Tapestry; that is the greatest tragedy of all. It's the fabric of all creation and it's woven of dreams, the dreams of the Djinn. Dreams are real, Magpie. They're seed and water and sun. They're everything.

Clary grinned. "A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-" He waved a hand. "Faeries. I know." "I was going to say muggers," said Clary. "Though I pity the mugger who goes after you." "That is a wise attitude, and I commend you for it," said Jace, looking gratified.

Do you remember what I told you that first time at Taki's? About faerie food?" "I remember you said you ran down Madison Avenue naked with antlers on your head", said Clary, blinking silver drops off her lashes.

There's more to honesty than … than an arrangement of words. They say faeries can't lie, but you lie in your intentions, your attitude, your demeanor —

I forgot," Isabelle muttered as the rest of them caught up to her. "Faeries have no sense of humor." "Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jace. "There's a pixie nightclub downtown called Hot Wings. Not," he added, "that I have ever been there.

Are you allowed to date faeries?" Clary asked finally. "Would your-would the Lightwoods be cool with Isabelle and whatshisname-" "Meliron," put in Simon. "-Meliron going out?" "I'm not sure they're going out ," Jace said, weighting the last two words with a heavy irony. "I'd guess they mostly stay in. or in this case, under.

Go to faeries for gossip about vampires, to werewolves for gossip about faeries, and do not gossip about werewolves, because they try to bite your face off: that was Magnus's motto.

And the answer is: You are wrong. The Faeries are not gone. But they are no longer what they were. I watched it and did not help them, though I could have. I cheered. I cheered and I wept and I was glad. Perhaps I should not have been. Perhaps laughing at agony is a Fairy's game and I should not have moved my pieces on their board.

In the older folklore, faeries were frightening beings. In fact, it was such a bad idea to get their attention that people would use flattering euphemisms for them, such as 'the people of peace,' 'the little people,' and 'the good neighbors.'

And at the end of seven years the Queen of the Faeries pays a tithe to Hell," Aikin finished, as he joined them. "That's what it says in 'Tam Lin'.

Once upon a time, there was a human girl stolen away by faeries, and because of that, she swore to destroy them.

Go ahead. Insult me." His eyebrows go up. "I don't take commands from mortals," he says with his customary cruel smile. "So you're going to say something nice? I don't think so. Faeries can't lie.

Faeries make up for their inability to lie with a panoply of deceptions and cruelties. Twisted words, pranks, omissions, riddles, scandals, not to mention their revenges upon one another for ancient, half-remembered slights. Storms are less fickle than they are, seas less capricious.

But the Courts aren't places humans are supposed to be, especially the Unseelie Court. Most faeries won't even go there." "We have to go - we have to get Ravus's heart. He's going to die if we don't." "What are we going to do? Go down there and ask for it?" "Pretty much.

They loved him because he was a prince and a faerie and magical and you were supposed to love princes and faeries and magical people.

Faeries…?" I ask. "Yes, yes." He sounds impatient. "The Folk of the Air. Insubstantial, unable to hold one shape. Like the seeds of flowers launched into the sky.

It is said that faerie children are not like mortal children. They need little in the way of love. They need not be tucked in at night, but may sleep just as happily in a cold corner of a ballroom, curled up in a tablecloth. They need not be fed; they are just as happy lapping up dew and skimming bread and cream from the kitchens. They need not be comforted, since they seldom weep. But if faerie children need little love, faerie princes require some counsel.

They say faeries weep at weddings and laugh at funerals, but I thought your wedding and funeral were equally funny.

LET ME TELL YOU something about unicorns—they're faeries and faeries aren't to be trusted. Read your storybooks. But maybe you can't get past the rainbows and pastel crap. That's your problem.

Faeries despise humans as liars, but there are different kinds of lying.

Let me tell you something about unicorns—they're faeries and faeries aren't to be trusted.

The more horrible the story, the more it is cherished. Faeries may not be able to lie, but stories grow here as they do anywhere, fed on ambition and envy and desire.

Faeries make up for their inability to lie with a panoply of deceptions and cruelties.

Above hangs a chandelier made from thin sheets of mica. Tiny glowing faeries are trapped inside for the purpose of adding a warm glow to the room. Occasionally they fly, making shadows dance.