Best 215 quotes in «dragon quotes» category

Perhaps you would be better off finding some way to embrace your new nature, instead of fighting it.

Puny human body, my ass!

Psychiatrist and Auschwitz survivor, Viktor Frankl, stated, "...man is by no means merely a product of heredity and environment. There is a third element: decision. Man ultimately decides for himself!

Remember, there were dragons long before men came into the world. Why, it was none other than The Great Dragons of Yore who invented the idea of knighthood. Yes, yes, that’s right! Dragons had knights, Kings, princesses and queens long before men crawled out of the muck.

Revenge wasn’t what I had in mind. Protection was." "We can only do what is in our power to achieve." "In that case, we were going to have to find more power.

Rune: "They're getting away!" Thatz: "Our Dragon Knights honor is at stake! Let's get 'em!" Rath: "'Dragon Knights honor'? Really?

She took down the framed manuscript from the kitchen wall. It was Kendra's prized possession, and part of her felt guilty for what she planned, but it had to be done. She carefully removed the parchment from its frame, then searched through the piles of translations and notes on the kitchen table. Finally she found the Secret Scroll on the chair where Kendra had been the night before. She carried both manuscripts upstairs and set them on her desk. Next she gathered paints and brushes and sat down. She studied the artwork on the Secret Scroll, then slowly began copying its rich patterns of gold, red, and blue onto Kendra's old manuscript. It was late afternoon when she finished. She studied her work. She had managed to copy the exotic birds and animals hidden in the foliage on the borders, and even the detailed picture of the goddess locking the jaws of hell. Her work was rough, but at a distance it would fool Toby or any of the Regulators, especially since they were afraid to touch it. Satisfied, she went to her closet. She searched through her clothes until she found the strapless top with the slit in the front. She slipped it over her head, then grabbed a silky black skirt and stepped into it. She carried her stiletto boots to the bed and tugged them on. At last she drew black liquid eyeliner over her top lid, added green glitter shadow, rolled thick mascara on her lashes, and brushed her hair. She added gloss to her lips and rubbed sparkle lotion over her arms and chest. Then she remembered the dragon stencils. Soon, she had a sinuous dragon adorning her thigh between the bottom of her skirt and the top of her boots. She liked the look. She turned in front of the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door. "Dynamite," she whispered. Her reflection thrilled her. She looked vamped-out and mystical. At once, she sensed the fierce power of the dragon rising in her. She felt like an invincible goddess-warrior.

Shouldn’t a position as important as guarding a gate be for someone older? Shouldn’t a job as important as delivering the Dominar’s messages be for someone older? Ouch.

Solen spelar över henne, får henne att se ut som en drake gjord av is och frost och kyla.

Sometimes it’s the ones tempered by fire who are strongest when you really need them.

Stress is a dragon. Believe in it and you’re toast. Slay your stress.

Take courage. You do not yet see your own abilities because you have never been tested. You have never demonstrated to yourself or anyone all that you can do. Put your fears aside and trust that you can succeed in the challenges that lie ahead." - King Hercalon IV, Former King of Oomaldee

Talking big in dark corners seldom achieves anything other than getting you into trouble.

Tavin cupped his hands to his mouth. “Here, dragon-dragon-dragon!” he yelled. Lily stared in amazement. Well, that was bold, she thought, and stupid.

Thatz: "Why'd you have to get him all worked up? He'll drag us into it. Rune: "You're just lazy, Thatz.

Per qualche motivo, tutto sommato, lo avrebbe di nuovo voluto neonato. Squittente e catastrofico, e che lo guardasse con occhi adoranti. Adesso non squittiva e non bruciava, ma come adorazione era senz'altro sullo scarso.

The dragon spits fire, what extinguishes its tears. When we live in rancor, we are born to be old. (Le dragon crache du feu, - Ce qui éteint ses larmes. - Quand on vit de rancune, - On naît pour être vieux.)

The dragon raised his head and snorted repulsively, “Keep you as a slave? Never! I could do more for myself in a moment than you could for me in a lifetime...

The dragon without St. George would not even be grotesque.

The Fairy Queen has sent you to do brave deeds in this world. That High City that you see is in another world. Before you climb the path to it and hang your shield on its wall, go down into the valley and fight the dragon that you were sent to fight.

The fiend had the head of a wolf, but the skin was scaly and serpent-like and the eyes bore an intelligence that far exceeded a wolf's.

The great trains are going out all over Europe, one by one, but still, three times a week, the Orient Express thunders superbly over the 1,400 miles of glittering steel track between Istanbul and Paris. Under the arc-lights, the long-chassied German locomotive panted quietly with the labored breath of a dragon dying of asthma. Each heavy breath seemed certain to be the last. Then came another.

Then I think-" she paused, and he could see her battle sudden tears of her own- "that I am ready to love the dragon again." He shook his head. "No... no more dragons, I promise." She cupped his face in between her hands. "Oh Drake, do you not see? You will always have a little of the dragon in you, and you should. It will aid you in your mission to change some of the atrocities of our world. And what lies between you and me... it no longer matters. For you see, dragon or no, I have become a knight." She smiled through her tears. "Your petit chevalier, in truth. I first protected the dragon, but God has tamed him. And I have always loved him. So breathe on, and make your fire. For I am not afraid." They cried together then, staring into each other's eyes. It was the end of one thing and the beginning of another. And Drake had no doubt. The love between them had been tested, purified by God's fire, even as the smith refines his silver. And now... it was ready to be poured forth, molded into their story.

The key to having good scales is a healthy diet of venison when you’re just a wee dragon lad.

The man needed USDA Prime tattooed up his flank.

There's a difference between belonging and love . . . It's the difference between being someone's treasure and being treasured by someone.

She leaned a shoulder against the tunnel wall and thought of Kellan. A Dragon King. A dragon and a King. A gorgeous man who kissed as if there were no tomorrow and made love skillfully, adeptly. He could have let her die. Instead, he took her on a journey that opened her eyes to an entirely new world both beautiful and frightening.

The wise man," the dragon rumbled, "does not play games with dragons.

There was so much I didn’t know, and I longed to know it all. Even the long life of a dragon is not enough to teach everything that is. Be content with what you have while always learning anything you are offered.

The taxi driver dropped them off back at the Wabasha Street Caves and drove off clutching a huge tip and muttering under his breath about dog drool on his upholstery. In return, Chudo-Yudo muttered something about taxi drivers tasting good with ketchup.

This had to be the most curious situation in all of her life. Not that she had a great deal to compare it to, of course, living, as she had, quite a sheltered existence. But if anyone had ever had a friend quite like Periapt, she had yet to read about it. The most peculiar thing was the feeling, the conviction, that here was someone she had been looking for as a friend and companion her entire life. When they were talking and she wasn't actually looking at him- in the dark, say, when they would go up to the top of the tower to rest their eyes and look at the stars- she never, ever even thought about the fact that he was a dragon. In fact, if she was reading a book with him and he would say something aloud, she would get a kind of shock to her system when she looked up and saw, not a person, but a huge, dusky-emerald dragon head. The shock was getting worse, too, not better, every time she looked up and didn't see the studious young man she expected to see.

This is just a game. Everything in the universe is one giant contest for power, one that I will win.

This way,' Sid whispered, leading her to a silver pole stretching up past their view. He grasped it with four taloned claws, inching his way up. 'What do I look like, a fireman?' Mattie hissed.

Truth - although difficult at times - is eventually the path to contentment and peace.

Una vida impulsada por pasiones es como cabalgar a lomos de un dragón.

Un lugar en el que somos responsables de nuestras acciones, en el que podemos ser buenos con los demás porque queremos y porque es lo que debe hacerse, en vez de portarnos bien por miedo a la amenaza del castigo divino. No te diré qué debes creer, Eragon. Es mucho mejor aprender a pensar con espíritu crítico y que luego se te permita tomar tus propias decisiones, que imponerte nociones ajenas. Me has preguntado por nuestra religión, y te he contestado la verdad. Haz con ella lo que quieras.

Vampires were myths, childhood stories– as were werewolves, mermaids and dragons. I believed none of it.

We all know what we should have done as we look backward. Yet looking backward further still, we may say that all goes as the Wild Magic wills. And we must look forward if we are to live long enough to look backward.

We are the Dragon-Hearted.

We didn’t have words. We didn’t have writing or maps or language, but we had music and in that music, we spoke victory and loss, sadness and rage. We sang fire and water, earth and sky. We wrote the history of the Battle of Lamos and told the story of Selisanae of the Sun and wove the tragedy of the lives and deaths of dragons in every land. It was marvellous.

Web of time Veil of space Carry us to our chosen place Borne of water Trialed by Fire My Sinclair blood claims this power For the good of all With harm to none So as it is spoken So let it be done.

Traveled so far, and not yet have they come across anything of interest, he mused, except, of course, for that nest of goblins I managed to stir up. Indeed, his brother had always been a valiant fool; why not give him some excitement? He always did possess a love for a good fight, and who am I to deny him? The glass sphere, responding to his thoughts, zoomed in on the mountain nearby where Shrukian camped, and by putting both his hands on the sphere's sides and closing his eyes, Pharun could all but smell the power that radiated from its depths. He could taste it on the back of his tongue, and it awake all sorts of things inside of him. The power tasted of death and ash, and it was scalding hot, pouring down his throat like blood of the freshly dead. He did not need further searching to know what kind of power he was sampling. He smiled to himself, and it came out a satisfied smirk.

We were the Colors of our dragons whether we lived or died. There were no other choices for us.

Well, are you ready, Lada Dragwlya, daughter of the dragon?" Fire burned in her heart, and her wounded soul spread out, casting a shadow like wings across her country. This was hers. Not because of her father. Not because of Mehmed. Because the land itself had claimed her as its own. "Not Dragwlya," she said. "Lada Dracul. I am no longer the daughter of the dragon." She lifted her chin, sights set on the horizon. "I am the dragon.

We learned the seven traditional ways to make words unclear." "Seven? That many? Which was the most effective?" "Poor grammar skills.

What did you do for a friend who had been through what she had?" "You’re doing it. She needs support and a listening ear. Give her that and the ragged edges will start to heal. The other part, though ... that I’m not sure about.

What a trio we are: wolf, dragon and . . .” Ronan bit back the word. Shifter. He sat straighter in the saddle, raising one hand in farewell as his mount broke through the last of the boundary mists. “May the gods favor us this time, my friend. Pray Mairi Sinclair is the one.

What a strange time we lived in where tragedy and uncertainty swept up common people like me and the most uncommon person in the world in the same moment. Tragedy and uncertainty are both things of which no one is immune. Not even dragons.

When he was rough, my body soared. When he was gentle, he slayed me.

When I look at my bookcase and see one book after the other lined up upon its shelves I think to myself, There is a God.