March 15, 2010
Sarah: Ow! It bit me!
Hoggle: What'd you expect fairies to do?
Sarah: I thought they did nice things, like granting wishes!
Hoggle: Shows what you know, don't it?
Labyrinth, 1986 movie
J.R.R. Tolkien: "Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary, and dungeons for the overbold."
Rachel Carson: "If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life."
Unknown: “The Faeries went from the world, dear, because men's hearts grow cold, and only the eyes of the children see what is hidden from the old and only the magic of love, dear, can ever turn the key that unlocks the gates of Fae and set the Sidhe free."
Francis Thompson: "Know you what it is to be a child?...It is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear, it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its soul."
Robert Louis Stevenson: "Every child can remember laying his head in the grass, staring into the infinitesimal forest and seeing it grow populous with fairy armies."
W.B.Yeats: "Come faeries, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame."
Albert Einstein: "If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales."
Leo Rosten: "You can understand and relate to most people better if you look at them -- no matter how old or impressive they may be -- as if they are children. For most of us never really grow up or mature all that much -- we simply grow taller. O, to be sure, we laugh less and play less and wear uncomfortable disguises like adults, but beneath the costume is the child we always are, whose needs are simple, whose daily life is still best described by fairy tales."
Elizabeth T. Dillingham: "Soft moss a downy pillow makes, and green leaves spread a tent where Faerie fold may rest and sleep until their night is spent. The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light, the twinkling stars are candles bright, Sleep, Faeries all, Good Night."
Rachel Carson: "If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder without any such gift from the fairies, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in."
Danielle Steele: "If you see the magic in a fairy tale, you can face the future."
"O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Over men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon spokes made of long spinner's legs,
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
Her traces, of the smallest spider web;
Her collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams;
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film;
Her wagoner, a small grey-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid,
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies coachmakers."
William Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet.
"This is the fairy land. O spite of spites, We talk with goblins, owls, and sprites! If we obey them not, this will ensue: They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue." ~William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors.
"Fairies, black, grey, green, and white,
You moonshine revellers, and shades of night,
You orphan heirs of fixed destiny,
Attend your office and your quality."
William Shakespeare The Merry Wives of Windsor.
"They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die.
I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye."
William Shakespeare. The Merry Wives of Windsor.
"Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough."
William Shakespeare, Sung by Ariel the fairy spirit in The Tempest.
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