Quotes About Fairies

I find fairies with cell phones disconcerting enough. Do they really need to use text talk?

You know what Stanley Baldwin said about Churchill?" Baldwin, a Conservative, had been prime minister before Chamberlain. "When Winston was born, lots of fairies swooped down on his cradle with gifts—imagination, eloquence, industry, ability—and then came a fairy who said: 'No person has a right to so many gifts,' picked him up, and gave him such a shake and a twist that he was denied judgment and wisdom.

Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds,Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings,To make my small elves coats.

You spotted snakes with double tongue,Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen;Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong;Come not near our fairy queen.

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet growsQuite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:There sleeps Titania some time of the night,Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.

O! then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you!…She is the fairies' midwife, and she comesIn shape no bigger than an agate-stoneOn the forefinger of an alderman,Drawn with a team of little atomiesAthwart men's noses as they lie asleep.

Rachel delivered it like an official pronouncement. Like she was one of the fairies gifting Sleeping Beauty's christening: Beauty. Intelligence. Heterosexual.

Sweet peas were the kind of flowers fairies slept in.

All I'd have to do then was roll with the consequences of inviting dewinged, fanged fairies into Trent's backyard. God, they were savage looking. Served him right.

I would have sworn fairies were too big to fit into a frog's mouth.

Yet Burzee has its inhabitants—for all this. Nature peopled it in the beginning with Fairies, Knooks, Ryls and Nymphs. As long as the Forest stands it will be a home, a refuge and a playground to these sweet immortals, who revel undisturbed in its depths.

Why hasn't anybody seen a mermaid and lived? asked Trot again. 'Cause mermaids is fairies, an' ain't meant to be seen by us mortal folk, replied Cap'n Bill. But if anyone happens to see 'em, what then, Cap'n? Then, he answered, slowly wagging his head, the mermaids give 'em a smile an' a wink, an' they dive into the water an' gets drownded.

No sooner had the words passed his lips than he was taken up and whisked into the moat with prodigious force; and the fairies came crowding round about him with great anger, screeching and screaming and roaring out, "Who spoiled our tune? Who spoiled our tune?"

The old women are most learned, but will not so readily be got to talk, for the fairies are very secretive, and much resent being talked of; and are there not many stories of old women who were nearly pinched into their graves or numbed with fairy blasts?

Do not think the fairies are always little. Everything is capricious about them, even their size. They seem to take what size or shape pleases them.

The most celebrated fairy doctors are sometimes people the fairies loved and carried away, and kept with them for seven years; not that those the fairies love are always carried off--they may merely grow silent and strange, and take to lonely wanderings in the "gentle" places.

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.

Unlike fairies who could produce only a single child every twenty years, Mud People bred like rodents.

Artemis Fowl

Ik geef je twee woorden. Heb je zin om een gokje te wagen hoe die luiden?' Holly wist het meteen. Ze vóélde het gewoon. 'Artemis Fowl,' fluisterde. 'Precies,' bevestigde Vinyáya. 'Artemis Fowl.

Well, am I forgiven?' Butler sighed. On the chaise lounge, Juliet snored like a drunken sailor. He smiled suddenly. 'Yes, Artemis. All is forgiven. Just one thing…' 'Yes?' 'Never again. Fairies are too… human.

Rosehill was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone - and often lonely - through the lush fern beds and long curtains of silvery moss, I pretended the crumbling angels were wood nymphs and fairies and I their ruler, queen of my own graveyard kingdom.

If you Ever say Anything about fairies knitting for two gay men again, I will fire you, Then I will knit you a noose, do you hear me?" Craw outburst at Jeremy's comment.

If you ever say anything about fairies knitting for two gay men again, I will fire you, then I'll knit you a noose, do you hear me?