Fairyland Quotes

“Don't you know that everybody's got a Fairyland of their own?”
― P.L. Travers, Mary Poppins

“There is no law stronger than that of
magic.”
― Kailin Gow, Bitter Frost

“If we treasure meditation and don’t mind being taken off guard at every bend of our life, we can experience all privileged moments like sparks springing from the intangible fairyland of our mind’s eye. (“The rabbit hole of Meditation”)”
― Erik Pevernagie, The rabbit hole of Meditation: The author’s reflections selected and illustrated by his readers

“You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island

“One: A Library Is the Size of the Universe and the Universe Is the Size of a Library. Two: Everyone Is Looking for a Book Strong Enough to Change Them. Three: Books Operate Under Unstable Physicks so Turn out the Lights when You Lock Up.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There

“The country people, indeed, did not always clearly distinguish between the Fairies and the dead. They called them both the 'Silent People'; and the Milky Way they thought was the path along which the dead were carried to Fairyland.”
― Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist

“Let her alone,' said the enkanto, 'or I will curse you blind, lame, and worse.'
The old man laughed. 'I'm a curse breaker, fool.'
The elf grabbed one of the Jim Beam bottles from the table and slammed it down, so that he was holding a jagged glass neck. The elf smiled a very thin smile. 'Then I won't bother with magic.”
― Holly Black, The Poison Eaters and Other Stories

“Oh, Gilbert, don't let's ever grow too old and wise... no, not too old and silly for fairyland.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars

“Madame d'Aulnoy is the true mother of the modern fairy tale. She invented the modern Court of Fairyland, with its manners, its fairies, its queens, its amorous, its cruel, its good, its evil, its odious, its friendly fées.”
― Andrew Lang, The Rose Fairy Book

“Where human children have years and years in which to grow their hearts and learn to live with them while staying safe from all the troubles a heart hauls with it, a Changeling starts out raw and red and full of longing. Some small ones learn to stitch together a Coat of Scowls r s SCarf of Jokes to hide their Hearts. Some hammer up a Fort of Books to protect theirs. Some walk around naked, though no one can see it but you and I.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland

“Of which those butterflies
Of Earth, who seek the skies,
And so come down again
(Never-contented things!)”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“You already know more about faerie kingdoms than any mortal."
"Stories," I said faintly, drawing my hand back. "I know stories."
He gave me an odd look. "And have you ever needed anything else? Have you not shaken a kingdom to its foundations, found a door to a distant otherland, overthrown a queen? Hand you the right storybook, and you are capable of anything.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“Then she turned westward, to gaze at the swirling gold. Just where the river rounded the hill the sun caught it. Fairyland must lie above the bend, and its precious liquid was pouring towards them past Charles's bathing shed.”
― E.M. Forster, Howards End

“Long before we have reached the last steps of the argument leading to our theory, we are already in Fairyland”
― David Hume, An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding

“The Sibyl Slant stared out of her slit eyes, the disc of her face showing no feeling at all. “Do you suppose you will look the same when you are an old woman as you do now? Most folk have three faces—the face they get when they’re children, the face they own when they’re grown, and the face they’ve earned when they’re old.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There

“September smiled at her wonderful friends in all their colors and bright eyes and gentle ways. “You know, in Fairyland-Above they said that the underworld was full of devils and dragons. But it isn’t so at all! Folk are just folk, wherever you go, and it’s only a nasty sort of person who thinks a body’s a devil just because they come from another country and have different notions.”
― Catherynne M. Valente

“But Fairyland is an old place, and old things have strange hungers.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

“First Law of Heroics.” The Monaciello grinned up at a confused September. “Someone has to tell you it’s impossible, or the Quest can’t go on.”
― Catherynne M. Valente

“From the Hills of Fairyland soft music came. Or, if we must be exact, Maud spoke.”
― P. G. Wodehouse

“We stood upon a hill, green and studded with pale stones. Below us was forest, bluebells undulating among the trees, a tide of purple dissolving into shadow. There was a lake-- no, two lakes, the second a mere line of glitter in the distance. At our back, behind the nexus and extending to the northern horizon, were mountains of indigo and layered shadow, some darkened to black by the moody sky overhead, some greyed and smudged by shafts of sunlight.
Must I even say it? It was beautiful--- of course it was. The forest in particular, which glinted here and there with silver as the wind rode the branches, as if someone had clambered into the canopy to hang baubles. And yet I had the sense that I was not seeing the entirety of it, that the shadows were thicker here, more obscuring, than those in the mortal realm, and many of the details were clouded by a dreamlike haze. Even now, as I write these words--- I am still in Wendell's kingdom!--- I find the memory of that view trying to slip from my mind like a bird darting through the boughs, so that I catch only the flickering edge of it. Perhaps there is some enchantment embedded in the place, or perhaps it is simply too much for my mortal eyes to take in.
Where the Trees Have Eyes.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“How on earth will you sneak in?"
"I will not sneak. I will simply walk."
The collar of my cloak had begun to itch against my neck like sandpaper. I ignored it.
Ariadne looked as if she thought she'd misheard me. "What?"
"I've done it before," I said. "Once at a goblin court in Shetland. Last year I walked into a winter fair in Ljosland and made off with two captives. You cannot hope to evade the notice of the courtly fae in their realm; the only option is deception. Pretense."
"And--- who will you pretend to be?" Ariadne said slowly.
"Someone who will not surprise the Folk," I replied. "Myself.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Magát Tündérföldet talán Varázslat segítségével érthetnénk meg legjobban, de ezen egy igen sajátos hangulat és erő mágiája értendő, mely a lehető legtávolabb áll az izzadságszagú, kísérletező, tudományoskodó bűvészkedés vulgáris eszközkészletétől.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, Tree and Leaf

“The tower walls were not solid like the walls of the Fairyland Palace. Standing close to them, Rachel and Kirsty saw that they were made of swirling snow.”
― Daisy Meadows, Alyssa the Snow Queen Fairy

“For now, to keep myself sane, let me focus instead on the bluebells carpeting the forest floor; the misty sunlight that broke through the clouds, blurring the edges of things and turning the world to watercolors. The occasional glint of silver from the treetops. These are indeed baubles--- I climbed up into one of the oaks to check--- but larger than the ones mortals place on Yuletide trees, globes of delicate silver, hollow and light as eggshells. Something about them put me in mind of faerie stones, and I hastily released the bauble to drift back into the trees, among which it hovered like a puff of mist, disdaining the notion of gravity.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“If this is a shortcut," I said, "then we will be bypassing a great deal of Where the Trees Have Eyes."
"Hum!" Snowbell said. "I suppose so. The Weeping Mines, for one--- terrible waterfalls where the high ones harvest their silver. The Gap of Wick, which a nasty boggart has claimed for his own. Also the darkest part of the forest, the lands of the hag-headed deer, which they call the Poetry. And many other perils besides."
He said it in his usual bragging tones, assuming that I would be nothing but grateful. And I was, I suppose, but another part of me wept at the thought of finding my way to the Silva Lupi, a place of scholarly legend, so magnificently fascinating and terrible, and then hurrying through like a busy shopper at a market.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Kirsty and Rachel hadn’t hesitated for a second. Of course they’d help – they loved going to Fairyland!”
― Daisy Meadows, Esme the Ice Cream Fairy

“You’re always welcome in Fairyland, girls,” Queen Titania replied with a sweet smile. ”You are our dearest friends!”
― Daisy Meadows, Nicole the Beach Fairy

“When you have a smile like that in your back pocket, you learn to use it like a little knife: at just the right moments, when it can do sudden, mortal work.”
― Catherynne M Valente

“Many of the nobilities are exceedingly fond of the Hanging Pools, where the river Brightmist spills down a ravine and forms a series of crystalline ponds, perfect for bathing in. And then there is the forest of Wildwood and its bog, hunting grounds forbidden to all but the monarchy and our chosen companions, where one finds uncommonly large boars and the rarest species of deer, which possess antlers of pure silver...”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“The Faerie side of the manor was not built for humans, and sometimes the hallways did not lead straight on to anything. Rather, they spiraled like dreams, making a sharp turn here or a looping reversal there. The ceilings were so low they nearly scraped the top of my head, and the stones beneath my feet were unevenly placed. Torches flickered and smoked in the walls, granting the place the air of a dungeon. No one knew when the Fae had built the eastern wing, but it felt ancient. I had sometimes imagined the rooms carved out of time itself.”
― Jessica Cluess, A Sorrow Fierce and Falling