Quotes About Mythical

…it struck Mr. Jelliby that a wide-eyed faery was not a surprised faery. It was an angry, angry faery.

Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.

Nature is mythical and mystical always, and works with the license and extravagance of genius. She has her luxurious and florid style as well as art.

We don't grow fangs, you idiot!

Vampires can run at an extra-fast speed, a magic kind of running, where they slip through space like eels through a net. They call it "flitting.")

I wondered quickly if I'd give my life so that a dragon could live. If someone offered me that deal, your life for the existence of dragons.I thought maybe yes, maybe no.

It looked a lot like a dog. What's that? Max asked, expecting to hear about a mythical creature with a mythical name. Carol squinted and put his hand over his eyes to see better. Oh that's a dog, he said. I don't talk to that guy anymore.

In Khuram it is said that a man with a single knife can kill two thousand men in a single night.

Now I will believe that there are unicorns...

Come, come, be every one officious To make this banquet; which I wish may prove More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast.

Stephenie Meyer: Her vampires are sparkly, which I think we can all agree is wrong.

That—that's a Carthian sun dragon," he said, shooting a look at Strangward. "Isn't it?" Strangward nodded. "But . . . it is my understanding that dragons are not real," Botetort said. Strangward looked from the dragon to Botetort. "I assure you, this dragon is absolutely real. Touch it if you like.

Around the world, the magical guilds celebrated—all the while knowing that fear of dragons can't last forever.

A man I barely knew told me, "When the grid goes down, the mythical creatures return.

No," said Luis, "You can't date the Lord of the Night Court." "Well, I'm not, he dumped me." "You can't get dumped by the lord of the night court." "Oh, yes, you can. You so completely can.

In Faerie, there are no fish sticks, no ketchup, no television.

Someone's really sold you a bill of goods. Plenty of mortals are better at plenty of stuff than the Folk. Why do you think we steal them away?

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.

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

There are hobs born with lined faces like tiny, hairless cats and smooth-limbed nixies whose true age shows only in their ancient eyes.

Goblins and grigs, pixies and elves all cavort in endless intertwined circle dances. Honey wine flows freely from horns, and tables are stacked with ripe cherries, gooseberries, pomegranates, and plums.

Then the glaistig tells the freckled man to gather leaves. For each one in his pile, he'll get a crisp twenty-dollar billl in its place. He'll have three days to spend the money before it disappears.