Best 4015 quotes in «fantasy quotes» category

Do you get the same peace of mind that I do when you're causing random damage? Especially random, senseless, mindless damage that serves no real purpose. That's my favorite kind, you know! That's the best!

Do you know what I have in my heart? I have hope. And I'll share it with the world.

Do you have a thing against knights?” “Pretty boys who run around slaying dragons to save the fair maiden?” He let the sarcasm dangle for a moment. “Nah. I’m just not one.

Do you feel it? That roaring call?

Do you know that high fever which invades us in our cold suffering, that aching for a land we do not know, that anguish of curiosity? There is a country which resembles you, where everything is beautiful, sumptuous, authentic, still, where fantasy has built and adorned a western China, where life is sweet to breathe, where happiness is wed to silence. That is where to live, that is where to die!" - Invitation to a Voyage

Do you play?” Quincy jerked her eyes away from the instrument to find Lord Arch watching her, his mouth drawn in a very familiar straight line. “Only for myself, now that Ezekiel is dead,” she answered truthfully. “How delightful,” he said, smiling, his handsome face giving way to the refined wrinkles of his age. “Why don’t you play for yourself now, and I’ll just listen?

Do you mean that Zane is some kind of bird magnet?

Do you really think you can win?' 'Yeah. Hell, Ortega is only the third or fourth most disturbing thing I've tangled with today.' 'But even if you do win, what does it change?' 'Me getting kiilled now. That way, I get to be killed later tonight instead.' - Susan Rodriguez & Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher

Do you think there could be a universe next door?

:Do you trust me?: Wareska quietly linked. :To stay alive? No. You and the monster will get lost in riddles and philosophizing. Then you will make some grand, heroic gesture, poorly thought-out and overestimating your own strength, and when the creature has roasted you alive, I will be the one sweeping up the ashes – figuratively speaking, of course. Lest we forget, I do not have hands.:

Dragonsbane, they called him. Slayer of dragons. Or a dragon, anyway. And, he'd later found out, not such a very big one at that.

Do you want to acquire God's own wisdom? Relate with the Holy Spirit. Be a seeker of divine guidance by the Holy Spirit. You can't be a man or woman of solution without God.

Dragons, for instance, have the right of safe conduct anywhere in Faërie. A reader may not like to read stories about dragons, she may be morally offended or aesthetically uninterested or simply sick of the subject; but at any rate she will not complain that the author has cheated by bringing in a dragon, because dragons belong in fantasy.

Dragons were a problem sometimes, but they only came on Tuesdays, so you could work around them.

Dragons were notoriously finicky about whom they ate, and thought it the height of bad manners to be kept waiting by their selected fare.

Dragons do not count,” the Magika said. And that was the problem, wasn’t it? Because Dragons did count and anyone who thought otherwise was deeply flawed and completely untrustworthy.

Do you think we can be friends?” I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.

Dreams are pathways for the heart. - Reminim the gnome

Du är charmig när du är arg. Ilskan liksom lyfter fram dina ögon.

Du är skadad.” ”Tack vare dig, älskling.

Du har ingen magi.” Hon rycker på axlarna. Som om det är allt hon tänker säga.

Duncan yawned and scratched at a spot on his temple. “According to my reckoning, you shall be punished thusly. Hanged twice, for major theft and unlawfully slaying a beast in the Comte’s forest. Lashed… let me see… four hundred and twenty-seven times for adultery, fornication and minor theft. Lastly, imprisoned for tax evasion and rigging boxing matches for,” the lieutenant paused and totted up the list of offences, “Ninety-six years.” Roger the Goat nodded gravely, and asked, “In what order?

Du är smutsig.” ”Eldar. Tack. Jag har levt på en drakrygg i ett dygn eller två. Tack vare dig. Döm inte min hygien, är du snäll.

Du kommer att gå upp i vikt om du teleporterar dig överallt. Det hade bara tagit oss någon sång att gå.

D’un tempérament courageux, prompt au galop, l’alezan brûlé au front étoilé n’était pas à son égard un simple cheval parmi d’autres. Ils entretenaient une amitié riche et complexe, révélatrice d’identité et de caractère particulier. C’est alors qu’il passait la brosse dure sur la robe du cheval que l’idée lui vint. Il se rappela avoir entendu quelquefois le Haut Chevalier appeler son noir rouanné Courroux ; Gurœv nommait sobrement son destrier à la robe gris souris Plume et Kardys le forestier appelait son chien Noiraud. Caressant de la main le front de l’équidé, Trys lui murmura : - Si je t’appelais Égide, d’accord ? Croisant son regard, il sembla à Trys que les yeux de l’hongre pétillaient de joie. Les oreilles dressées, naseaux frémissants, Égide poussa doucement son museau contre l’épaule de Trys en signe d’assentiment.

Du kan inte beordra en drake till någonting.

Du är min ryttare." "Och du min drake.

Dúera sesta múera nainnin, a endar isn'ar a.” ”Vad betyder det?” Jag vrider ned huvudet igen, andas över hans läppar. ”Du är solen. Du är solen jag kretsar kring.

Du har … sådana där … horn.” ”Jag har vad?

Dünyada sadece tek bir şey kötü yürekli bir insana karşı durabilir. O da başka bir insandır. Ayıbımızda yatar şerefimiz. Sadece bizim ruhumuz, kötülüğe açık olan ruhumuz, onu yenmeye muktedirdir.

During a late evening briefing, Jimmy listened as Harford told the group they would be teleporting. Harford’s briefing didn’t extend beyond saying the men might experience nausea, mild dizziness, and garbled sounds, and he couldn’t tell them more because each person’s experience of teleportation was unique. At last, Jimmy would find out what it was like, though the recent conversation with Vicar played on his mind. He wanted the answer to the one question that nagged him, but in the end, he didn’t ask how many men had died during teleportation. He reasoned that Harford wouldn’t tell him.

During the day I miss your laughter and your wit and your smiles and the sharpness of your mind. In the evenings I think more of your kisses, sighs, and understanding ways. Then some nights I lie awake consumed with thoughts of the day I can love you in every way. On nights like this, my hunger for you overwhelms me. I can dwell for hours on the taste of your mouth and the scent of your hair and the touch of your skin.

Du vill kyssa mig, Jack.” ”Skulle hellre kyssa chassit på bilen och har du sett hur skitigt det är?

Du ska inte lita på drakar. Det har du lärt dig nu.

Each day Marda gets closer. The sub circles coral reefs off the coasts, where mermaids are said to like the colors of the schools of fishes, and train them to swim around their necks like jewelry or live behind their ears, beneath their long hair. Sometimes mermaids like shallow places, but mostly they like the dark and the beautiful, uncharted, abandoned, soulless parts of the undiscovered world.

During those years he met his seminars, went & lectured & read, talked with human beings, paid insurance & taxes; but his mind was not on it. his mind was elsewheres in an area where the soul not talks but sings & where foes are attacked with axes.

Dust is not a constant. There’s not a fixed quantity that has always been the same. Conscious beings make Dust—they renew it all the time, by thinking and feeling and reflecting, by gaining wisdom and passing it on. And if you help everyone else in your worlds to do that, by helping them to learn and understand about themselves and each other and the way everything works, and by showing them how to be kind instead of cruel, and patient instead of hasty, and cheerful instead of surly, and above all how to keep their minds open and free and curious…Then they will renew enough to replace what is lost through one window. So there could be one left open.

Du tänker väl inte hoppa därifrån?” ”Jag tänker inte stanna här med dig i alla fall.

Duty over fear.

Each and every one of these brave souls standing with him would rather die fighting for virtue and beauty than surrender to a life without either.

Each of the dancers took a partner, the living with the dead, each to each. Bod reached out his hand and found himself touching fingers with, and gazing into the grey eyes of, the lady in the cobweb dress. She smiled at him. “Hello, Bod,” she said. “Hello,” he said, as he danced with her. “I don’t know your name.” “Names aren’t really important,” she said. “I love your horse. He’s so big! I never knew horses could be that big.” “He is gentle enough to bear the mightiest of you away on his broad back, and strong enough for the smallest of you as well.” “Can I ride him?” asked Bod. “One day,” she told him, and her cobweb skirts shimmered. “One day. Everybody does.” “Promise?” I promise.

Each step I take toward him is one more step closer to home.

Each part of your body corresponds with an element,” the Maiden explained. “Your hair is air. How you toss your head, play with your hair - that is all for air magic. You can command the wind. Arms are for fire,” she said, making fluttery, flame-like motions with her tendriled fingers and slim green arms. “Fire, fire elementals, electricity, light, and heat come from their movements. Water,” she said, swaying her hips, “is from your center. This is why your middle must be free to move. And earth is the feet, where you make contact with the mother of us all.

Eat dirt evil doer!

È bello come stare qui? Certo, è bello. Come l’onda, ti prende e ti porta con sé, ti travolge, ti stringe nelle sue spire, ti sommerge, e non sai più farne a meno. Come la vita? Come svegliarsi al mattino e sentire che hai un corpo da nutrire, come respirare, Jay, è bello come respirare? Chiusi gli occhi e cercai di riportare alla mente la sensazione che provavo quando, dopo essere stato disarcionato, riemergevo senza fiato e pieno di dolori per gli schiaffi presi dalle onde. Ciò che avevo sentito facendo sesso somigliava più al trionfo di pochi istanti, sopra un’onda buona, ma troppo docile per dare tempo all’adrenalina di percorrerti tutto. Forse… forse per amore. Per amore, forse, avrebbe potuto essere bello come svegliarsi al mattino e sentire che hai un corpo da nutrire. Per amore avrebbe potuto essere come il sollievo quando finalmente si ritrova il pelo dell’acqua dopo il naufragio. Ma non mi era mai accaduto per amore. Si girò e mi guardò corrucciato. Fu un solo istante, poi riportò lo sguardo alla strada. Jay, se si chiama “fare l’amore”, come puoi farlo senza amore?

Ed io scorgevo sempre quella tempesta che ti porti dentro, nei tuoi occhi, nelle tue mani che si nascondono tra i capelli annodati, nei vestiti che abbandoni sul pavimento aspettando che qualcuno li riordini e in quelle costellazioni di lentiggini che ti ritrovi in volto. Mi sono accorto che mi bastava questo, che vivevo solo di questo, che eri la mia tempesta, il sole che segue il temporale, che eri un disastro, che mi rendevi vivo.

Education and assimilation were devastatingly effective at controlling a conquered people.

È così semplice con gli oggetti, li puoi sostituire quando sono rotti. Ma con le persone non funziona in questo modo perché, quando vengono distrutte, non hanno un modo per ripararsi, per cambiare i loro pezzi andati in frantumi. Possono solo aspettare che il tempo faccia il suo corso, che lenisca le ferite, ma nel momento in cui perdono troppi frammenti si sentono troppo tristi, troppo stanchi, troppo... hai capito cosa intendo? Non è facile, per noi esseri umani.

Effie Seabright, we’ve been fated to meet you for a long time.

El amor es para valientes.