Faeries Quotes

“Mortals are fragile," I say.
"Not you," he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. "You never break."
Which is ridiculous, as hurt as I am. I feel like a constellation of wounds, held together with string and stubbornness. Still, I like hearing it. I like everything he's saying all too well.
That boy is your weakness.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“The whole place looks straight out of a fairy tale, the kind where love is a simple thing, never the cause of pain.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“Fairytales lie. Especially, especially when told by Faeries.”
― Jeff Mach, There and Never, Ever Back Again: Diary of a Dark Lord

“In England the emerald-green kind is probably the commonest, I have seen it also in the woods of France and Belgium, in far-away Massachusetts, and on the banks of the Niagara River.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Coming of the Fairies

“Thea, approach us." Artemis turned her eyes to me, and I wobbled forward. "Thea, from these four thrones you feel our power. Let your magic speak and give yourself to your court."
I looked longingly at Candace. I could feel the warmth, the sun and grass and ocean waves emanating from her. Georgina and Candace were definitely creatures of the sun. But I didn't feel anything like that myself. If anything, I was repulsed by it.
Okay, not that one.
On the next throne sat a blond man with flowing hair and a lazy, amused expression. He was blossoms and spring rains and songbirds. But still no pull.
Two down, please let it be the next one.
Next was Artemis. She whispered earthy scents, wet leaves, and howling winds. I could feel cool fall evenings radiating from her, but I didn't feel any pull to it.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“A faery’s home, usually shared with others, was often called a haunt, though grander ones might be called a court. There were other fae whose homes were fortresses, caves, dens, or lairs.

You didn’t want to go home with anyone who lived in a lair.”
― Molly Ringle, Lava Red Feather Blue

“They could pierce the truth of a lie, and see the lie at the heart of a truth.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Having a heart is terrible, but you still need one anyway.”
― Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

“You will beg like a peasant, you will love like a queen, and you will hate like old Queen Mab on her throne of webs and bone. Rage will consume you until you crumble away, crumble and crumble and crumble to the day you are old and young with no one left but someone who betrays and hinders and lies.”
― Alexandra Nicholson, Crown of Lies

“Near the end of his life, he claimed to see things in the forest. Fairy tales come to life.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“What did he think he was seeing? I began a new search and focused on the stranger things he'd painted.
Fangs
Supernatural fangs
Pointy ears
Wings
The results gave a rather expansive list, which I should have guessed. I'd filled my head with enough fantasy books to last a lifetime when the most interesting thing to do in my hometown was to go to the library. But the last article I clicked on checked all the fantastical boxes and could describe what Dubois thought he was seeing. Closing my laptop, I let out a halfhearted laugh.
"Yeah, right. Faeries.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“The faeries, be them in good humor or otherwise of a dubious nature, seem to be comfortable intermingling with the human people of the town. Should one fail to be wary of their surroundings, I fear it an easy fate to fall into the whims of the fae folk.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“Now separated from the other courts, I could see definite Winter Court trademarks: Any skin outside the natural spectrum was tinged blue, purple, white--- an aurora borealis of fae. Metallic glints appeared here and there, reminding me of Heather. Antlers like mine poked out of one or two foreheads. Bright eyes came in every color, some of which I couldn't describe.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“My phone buzzed. I looked down--- a text from Devin.

Enjoying yourself?

I grinned.

Yup, lots of hot guys here

A sharp sensation, the magnetic warmth we shared, heated with annoyance.

I'll show you why I'm better than them when we get home


Jealousy is unbecoming. You're the only one I'm interested in. The snowplows are going to be busy tomorrow.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“As if summoned by my private musings, Robert came rolling down the hill.

Think of the boy and he appears; what kind of faerie meddling was this?”
― Maddy Kobar, With a Reckless Abandon

“Walking through the birch grove, keep your head
Or the whitefingers touch you and then you're dead!”
― Molly Ringle, Lava Red Feather Blue

“This is a copy of the Black Volume of the Dead (...) The Queen says it is an exact duplicate. It was made with the assistance of a wizard of great power called OfficeMax, of whom I know nothing."

"Jesus Christ," Julian muttered.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“It felt like a trap. Constructed to lure people in and keep them from ever leaving. Like that poem about the goblin market they'd studied in English.
Suddenly, she wished she hadn't eaten or drunk anything since setting foot in the Fair Realm.
She had to get away.”
― Lyndsey Hall, The Fair Queen

“Xander, tell me the truth." She tried to appeal to the boy she saw underneath. Not the crown prince, not the soldier, the boy who looked at her with such intensity it felt like a caress.
Or a blow.”
― Lyndsey Hall, The Fair Queen

“Once upon a time, the Heart of the Forest broke in two. And the two halves disappeared into the mortal world of the humans, bringing destruction and devastation with them. The husk that was left behind, the Heartless, poisoned the ground where it fell, and now Faery knows only war. But the war was over now. Everything was supposed to go back to normal, or so Here thought. He often thought it inconvenient that he wasn't alive before the war. He didn't have the proper image of what normal was. He blamed his harpy mother for that, but never out loud. Only in the safety of his own head.--The Harpy's Son”
― Jessa Forest, All Worlds Wayfarer: Through Other Eyes

“Good God,’ Derrick says. ‘I cannot believe I agreed to accompany you. I take back my words. Human dancing is dull! When is he going to throw you over his head?”
― Elizabeth May, The Falconer

“He’s a Faerie. Do you expect him to play straightforward?”

Murchaud looked up. “Where are you going now?”

Will smiled. “To strike a bargain with a snake.”
― Elizabeth Bear, Hell and Earth

“The Mebd is unimpressed by suffering.”
― Elizabeth Bear, Hell and Earth

“If I weren’t cursed, I’d make her forget whoever it was who’d taught her that there was something wrong with being fae. Ava had the air of heartbreak about her, and I could make her body pulse with a sensual thrill until she completely forgot the human idiot responsible.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“When was the last time you lost yourself in a pleasure so intense, you forgot your name? That you forgot your own mortality? Because that is what it means to be fae.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“What the Faeries touch cannot be trusted, and they tell naught but lies wrapped in the skin of truth. Wolves in wool coats.”
― Elizabeth Bear, Blood and Iron

“Put your dirty hands on anyone I love ever again and I will kill you.”
― Rachel Morgan, From Storm and Shadow

“Faeries are twilight creatures, and I have become one, too. We rise when the shadows grow long and head to our beds before the sun rises. It is well after midnight when we arrive at the great hill at the palace of Elfhame. To go inside, we must ride between two trees, an oak and a thorn, and then straight in to what appears to be the stone wall of an abandoned folly. I've done it hundreds of times, but I flinch anyway. My whole body braces, I grip the reins hard, and my eyes mash shut.

When I open them, I am inside the hill.

We ride on through a cavern, between pillars of roots, over packed earth.

Then are dozens of the Folk here, crowding around the entrance to the vast throne room, where Court is being held- long-nosed pixies with tattered wings; elegant, green-skinned ladies in long gowns with goblins holding up their trains; tricksy boggans; laughing foxkin; a boy in an owl mask and a golden headdress; an elderly woman with crowns crowding her shoulders; a gaggle of girls with wild roses in their hair; a bark-skinned boy with feathers around his neck; a group of knights all in scarab-green armour. Many I've seen before; a few I have spoken with. Too many for my eyes to drink them all in, yet I cannot look away.

I never get tired of this- of the spectacle, of the pageantry. Maybe Oriana isn't entirely wrong to worry that we might one day get caught up in it, be carried away by it, and forget to take care. I can see why humans succumb to the beautiful nightmare of the Court, why they willingly drown in it.

I know I shouldn't love it as I do, stolen as I am from the mortal world, my parents murdered. But I love it all the same.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“Cardan has stopped beside a boy with long copper hair and a pair of small moth wings- a boy who isn't bowing. The boy laughs and Cardan lunges. Between one eyeblink and the next, the prince's balled fist strikes the boy hard across the jaw, sending him sprawling. As the boy falls, Cardan grabs one of his wings. It tears like paper. The boy's scream is thin and reedy. He curls up into himself on the ground, agony plain on his face. I wonder if faerie wings grow back; I know that butterflies that lose a wing never fly again.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“Faerie exists beside and below mortal towns, in the shadows of mortal cities, and at their rotten, derelict, worm-eaten centres. Faeries live in hills and valleys and barrows, in alleys and abandoned mortal buildings.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince