Faeries Quotes

“You’re terrible at this whole ‘tell me whatever I want to know’ thing.” My hand goes to the crossbow, but I don’t pick it up.

He sighs. “Just ask me something. Ask about my tail. Don’t you want to see it?” He raises his brows.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“I could have mixed a thousand colors together, but I would never have been able to paint his eyes as I saw them then, in all their evanescent beauty. - Breena Malloy about Kian from Bitter Frost by Kailin Gow.”
― Kailin Gow, Bitter Frost

“The land of Feyland didn't seem to have a discernible ecology – instead, rushing waves and sunny beaches gave way in the space of moments to snowy mountainsides and harsh, jutting cliffs.”
― Kailin Gow, Bitter Frost

“Pixies is understood as the counterparts of faeries.”
― Kailin Gow, Bitter Frost

“Somewhere, somewhere far away, deeper than every plummet sound, I heard the melody of fairyland, Feyland, that strange waltz from my dreams. It was playing for me. It was willing me to be brave. - Breena Malloy from Bitter Frost by Kailin Gow”
― Kailin Gow, Bitter Frost

“But if all my paintings were imitations of the images in my brain, then the images in my brain had always been only echoes of this. We were in Feyland at last. - Breena Malloy from Bitter Frost by Kailin Gow.”
― Kailin Gow, Bitter Frost

“So – you're almost human!”
He looked somewhat offended. “I think you'd better say that humans are almost fairy.”
― Kailin Gow, Bitter Frost

“Simple evolution. Most humans die of a fairy kiss; only the strong ones survive. So any halfies – they're made of some pretty strong stuff. Simple evolution." - Pan from Bitter Frost by Kailin Gow.”
― Kailin Gow, Bitter Frost

“She would let her soul hide while her body was consumed with magic, fire, and boiling blood. A riveting communion.”
― J.Z.N. McCauley, The Oathing Stone

“I write about fairies in fantasy and folklore because who wouldn't want to believe in magic and fairy tales.”
― Kailin Gow, Bitter Frost Omnibus 1: #1-4

“You're raining on my parade."
"It's a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn't noticed.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“If we believe faeries are real, it brings a sense of magic to our very boring, difficult, everyday lives. It gives us a glimpse into a world of adventure, heroism, true love, and happy endings.

It inspires us to pull a little magic out of ourselves, and bestow it on others.”
― Daley Downing, Dreamings and Muses

“After every battle, he ritually dips his hood into the blood of his enemies. I’ve seen the hood, kept under glass in the armory. The fabric is stiff and stained a brown so deep it’s almost black, except for a few smears of green.
Sometimes I go down and stare at it, trying to see my parents in the tide lines of dried blood. I want to feel something, something besides a vague queasiness. I want to feel more, but every time I look at it, I feel less.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“Messengers often come when you struggle with a decision, need support or are trying to find your balance. They can come as animals like coyote and lizard appeared for Kate and for me. They can be spirit guides, angels, family members, ancestors and friends. A messenger can even be me! Many of them you will not notice because you are too preoccupied to see them. There may come a time, however, when you might sense the millions of angels too small to be witnessed, like fairies that live in the curve of a leaf or who sleep under the tiniest rose petal.”
― Kate McGahan, Jack McAfghan: Return from Rainbow Bridge: A Dog's Afterlife Story of Loss, Love and Renewal

“Faeries can be unfailingly loyal, even, apparently, to someone who doesn't seem to notice them. And I felt loyal to the girl with the crow feather in her hair.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily

“Heat flashed in his gaze, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “Perhaps you have never danced with a man.”

“Boys, yes. A man?” Sorcha’s eyes followed the ragged edge of crystals, the barbaric braid swaying from the peak of his head to his waist, the linen tunic belted by sheep skin. “Never a man such as you.”
― Emma Hamm, Heart of the Fae

“Ash knew that this was what the fairies were always hunting for: a circle of joy, hot and brilliant, the scent of love in the deepest winter. But all they could do was create a pale, crystalline imitation, perfect and cold. How it must disappoint them: that they would never be human.”
― Malinda Lo, Ash

“Faeries are known to be tenders of plants and energizing inhabitants of gardens. They are more elusive than Angels and often have lively, mercurial temperaments. They are active in preserving what little wilderness remains on the Earth.”
― Elizabeth Eiler, Swift and Brave: Sacred Souls of Animals

“Why should I not know what he's really called?"
"Tell a man your name and he will have power over you forever," Carver muttered.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Deadmarsh Fey

“Faerie footprints are specks of magic that the earth couldn't bear to part with.”
― J.Z.N. McCauley, The Oathing Stone

“I'll tear down your realm, starting with this castle.”
― J.Z.N. McCauley, The Oathing Stone

“The touch of chaos in the order - art required that.”
― Melissa Marr, Fragile Eternity

“For always and for always
I pray remember me
Upon the moors, beneath the stars
With the King's wild company.”
― Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

“Those the brownies will not help, must learn to help themselves”
― Emma Bull, War for the Oaks

“How about Asshole?" I offered. Bob nodded. The faerie flipped me off.”
― Amy Sparks, Darling's Faerie

“There were fairies at the bottom of my garden and they were torturing someone.

Technically they weren’t Fae. My people didn’t like to bloody their hands, they preferred to use sadistic bastards like Spriggans.

They’d come for me. Finally. After centuries of waiting, my people had demonstrated how long they could hold a grudge.”
― Phil Parker, The Bastard From Fairyland

“I stared into the darkness and thought how it mirrored what was inside me, how it hid the demon others called Puck.”
― Phil Parker, The Bastard From Fairyland

“I adored your fluttering touches
and effervescent kisses
nestled among great roots.
The sunlight dappling your shoulders.
Vines curling in your hair.
Our cheeks burning.
Wandering through hidden places.
A secret love skirting the shadows.
The water and wind sang for us.
The trees danced with us.
The beetles whispered their blessings.

We ate the plump wild-berries.
I soon found my mouth bitter
and stained.
Your petal-soft love
turned to thorns.
The mist faded in the bright morning
but left me cold and damp.
The mossy ground charred.
My lips starved and bleeding.”
― Keelie Breanna

“I do not part with my collections easily.'

Collections? The word crawled over Catherine like a spider.”
― J.Z.N. McCauley, The Oathing Stone

“Robin Goodfellow to those he knows. Puck to those he kills. He’s lived among humans for centuries, they think he’s a demon. The teenagers he’s forced to protect, despise him. This exiled warrior, traitor to the Fae and victim of persecution because of his sexuality, has turned into a lonely and unforgiving bastard. The perfect stooge to kill a king.”
― Phil Parker, The Bastard From Fairyland