Best 4015 quotes in «fantasy quotes» category

How dare you come into my home? And hurt my family? I ought to tear your throat out right here, right now!

How charming. The king and his little princess knocking on my covens door.” Ursula sighed dramatically. “What do you insolent merfolks want with me now? I swear I haven’t eaten any of your children.” -Ursula

How does one have a duel with a dragon? Well, since they live high up in the mountains, and getting all the way up there can be quite a nuisance indeed, one just has to ring the guest bell the dragons rather politely placed at the bottom many years ago when very incensed farmers kept appearing with complaints about their dwindling livestock. Dragons jokingly refer to it as “their dinner bell.

How do you explain plastic to a medieval forest bard?

How does evil arise? Where does it come from? We think of malevolent men-— murderers, rapists, tyrants—and somehow believe they are different creatures from us. They are not. All evil men were once innocent babes, once lovable children. Men make choices, some consistently bad. But those who choose the worst kinds of evil were typically guided into it.

How did you get so scratched up then, Emlynn?” He looked at me uncertainly again. I felt wildly like laughing. Too many swooping highs and plummeting lows. What a weird few days. Weird being a massive understatement. “Cr-Crawling through gorse bushes.” I took a perverse delight in answering his questions in a way that told him nothing at all. I’d never paid much attention to boys before. Maybe Grace was onto something after all. “Crawling through gorse,” he repeated. “Part of your action-girl antics, no doubt?” “N-no doubt.” I smirked again.

How do magical beings celebrate?” Killian was curious to know. “Music, food, wine, ale, dancing, frivolity, and merriment in many forms.” Lugh grinned again. “So entirely the same as in the human realm?” Killian smiled back at the god. “Well, with a bit of magic thrown in for good measure.

How do you get free of the damnable books of Romance when everybody else is still living in them?

How different everything could be in another universe, all the lives we haven’t live.

How do you know I’m any different from the broken, beaten slave you found over seven years ago? - Corin

However much this annoyed me, it is accepted practice for a duellist's supporters to cheer them on- in fact, i was entitled to similar outbursts from my own admirers. 'This Undriel fellow really is remarkably skilled,'Kest remarked. Undriel. That was the bastard's name. Brasti came to my defence, after a fashion. 'It's not Falcio's fault. He's getting old. And slow. Also, i think he might be getting fat. Just look at him- barely four months since he beat Shuran and already he's half the man he once was.' Always nice to have friends nearby in troubled times, i thought, batting at Undriel's blade with a clumsy parry that was testament to my increasing exhaustion.

How else do I describe what I see…what I feel? When I look at a plant, I do not see a green object. I see Life. I see energy. I see a will to exist like no other. When I see an animal, I see more than fur and bone and blood. I see Love. Love is all around us. And in us. And through us. Love is us. It is everywhere. I see it. I feel it. I hear it. I only wish all of you could, too. If you could experience what I do every moment of every day, there would be no anger, no hate, no killing. I want to share what I know with the entire universe, but my words fall on deaf ears. People go right on fighting and hating and killing. And there is nothing I can do.

How do you pay for what you've done?

How Easily a person could convince themselves they were doing the right thing, no matter the damage they did to the person they supposedly cared about, if it was out of love.

How is it every time we're talking about the real world, you manage to bring up fantasy, and every time we're talking about fantasy, you manage to bring up the real world? Travis shrugged. "My fantasies are more interesting than the real world and machines and tools are more interesting than you guys' fantasies.

How may a mortal, face and defeat the Kraken

How much Romance do you like in your Fantasy? And, respectively, how much Questing do you like in your Romance?

How someone's emotions could shift so quickly, Ember didn't understand. The fating was said to be immediate, irreversible, and incomprehensible until experienced.

How's daydreaming affecting nightmares?? Showing the light where is all dark!

How's your day?" "Weird," he said with a shake of the head. "A flower shushed me today." He huffed a laugh. "You win.

How would we get corporate sponsorship if we were just a bunch of thugs?

How typical of a machine to think it knows better.

How ya doing?” Gabby’s face came into view, and she grinned down at me. She’d stopped doing her healing thing, and the pain rushed in. “I’m just peachy,” I quipped, throat scratchy. “Only hurts when I breathe or blink or exist, if I’m being honest.

How you must hate Logres,” she said in a dry mouth. “Hate Logres?” He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “There is an anger that is deserved, Blanche. Tell me. Look me in the eye, if you can, and tell me—to my face—that Logres is without sin.

Humanity's a nice place to visit, but you wouldn't want to live there.

Humans had a genius for devising instruments of death. Their lives were so short and they seemed to value them so little, sending waves of men to clash in battlefields, then weighing victory by the piled corpses. And if they held their own lives so worthless, the lives of everything else were as fruit to pluck from trees.

Humans lose focus of the big picture when they’re drunken in the midst of their feelings. - Tojuro Hattori

Humans are strange. … They value punishment because they think it means their actions are important—that they are important. … it's vanity.

Humans have reason to hate us dragons. If one dragon turns against humankind, he is a great and terrible foe.

Humans need fantasy to be human.

Hurry up, Hodgeyboy! You run like a fat badger after Sunday tea." Mibbitwiss

Hur kan jag känna så här? Hur kan jag få det att sluta?

I actually cook and eat real food, too. No roast Hansel, no grilled Gretel…I promise.” --Angela from Angela's Coven #covenbooks

Hypothetically speaking let's say you were dreaming, what would happen next?

I am ewe to your ram. How can I call myself a man anymore?" "The penis is a dead giveaway.

I am always a perfect gentleman. If you ever want me to not be a perfect gentlemen, you’ll have to ask and not be crying when you do.

I am both the singular and the plural. I am what was, what is, and what will be. I am everything that is and isn't.

I am come,' the Demon said simply, in a droning monotone. 'I am with the dead of the lake. Come to me.' Then the appearance of the skull-face vanished and the blood burst into a shroud of flame, spreading through the throne room in a storm of brilliant red and yellow. The screams could be heard half a league away.

I am exploring the beautiful world.

I am he whom God tried to make bow down to his newest creations, and who was cast down because he would not. Do you know how long I have worked to destroy you, never working directly? Never working in my full form? Do you know how long I had to think and plan before I came up with the idea of coming down as one of you? Though obviously, I stole that one from Him.”, FADE by Kailin Gow

I am Hood's Herald - do you dare challenge a servant of the Lord of death?' The T'lan Imass's desiccated lips peeled back. 'Why would we hesitate, Jaghut? Now ask of your lord, does he dare challenge us?

I am living on the moon, I told myself, I have little house all by myself on the moon.

I am Mae Waylander from Halts-Walden, daughter of Robert Wallander, a good man who lost his life saving hers.' I point to Ellen. 'And I am the girl who has saved your brother's life on numerous occasions in the Waerg Woods - who fought off a wood nymph, a psychotic pre-adolescent prophet, and a determined flock of killer birds - only to have your father shoot an arrow in my side because I wouldn't let him kill my stag.

I am living in paradise.

I am married to a prince who will one day be a king. Usually this is where the fairy tale ends. Stories don't go much further than this moment, and I fear there's a good reason for it. A sense of dread hung over today, a black cloud I still can't get rid of. It is an unease deep in the heart of me, feeding off my strength.

I am not afraid of death.” He pressed a kiss into her palm, the slow, sensual act weakening her knees. “I am afraid of losing you.

I am only a dead Sciomancer, but I must warn you of fire and kisses.

I am not normal. I never will be.

I am ready for battle. I am ready to fight.

I am the shadow of the flame.