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She can go places we cannot, associate with people we cannot, understand things about society types and women that we never can. (Why Mr. Burke hires Violet Strange.)
Wit is the fetching of congruity out of incongruity.
(Humans, take note: You can refer to the Realm as "Faerie" without causing offense, but do not make the mistake of referring to its citizens as "fairies" - unless you want to be punched.) Elfhaeme
I don't think there'd be a Tina Fey now if I hadn't tried to look good in the beginning.
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O!
A Witch awakens within herself qualities of the elements and forces of nature.
I am not Iron-Man, I am Forest-Man!
[The entire text of Infinite Jest.]
This flour of wifly patience.
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite,
All are on their rounds tonight;
In the wan moon's silver ray,
Thrives their helter-skelter play.
Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.
Light as feathers the witches fly,
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.
I cried out to the fae to appear for me. It was my ill fortune that it was a goblin who answered.
We of alien looks or words must stick together.
This is fun, Matty, isn't it? Cocktail hour is intoxicating." "It is." "I made a little joke there." - Celeste.
She may be from the sky, yet she is not so strange after all.
Whoa, sexy weirdness," said Emma. "This may be more sexy weirdness than I can handle."
"It is not weird!"
"It is," said Emma. "You are headed for a faerie threesome. Or some kind of war."
"Emma!"
"Hot faerie threesome," said Emma cheerfully. "I can say I knew you when.
Arithmancy looks
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
Marvels of the Universe
You ... are ... a ... fridge ... with wings,' Fang ground out, punching an Eraser hard with every word. 'We're ... freaking ... ballet ... dancers.
And if we don't have Energy runes, we'll have to get our energy the old-fashioned way."
Mark looked puzzled. "Drugs?"
"Chocolate," Emma said. "I brought chocolate. Mark, where do you even come up with these things?"
Mark smiled crookedly, shrugging one shoulder. "Faerie humor?
Oops, the moth woman mumbles
THE PEERLESS PRODIGIES OF PHYSICAL PHENOMENA AND GREAT PRESENTATION OF MARVELOUS LIVING HUMAN CURIOSITIES
Lully's machine, Mill's fear and Lasswitz's chaotic library can be the subject of jokes, but they exaggerate a propensity which is common: making metaphysics and the arts into a kind of play with combinations.
In the name of all the elves in Christendom, is that Jane Eyre?
Where's the fire, Lucy Dervish?'
In me. Under my skin.
What, when drunk, one sees in other women, one sees in Garbo sober.
Strangeness is the form taken by beauty when beauty has no hope.
There is a love for the marvellous, a belief in the marvellous, interwined in all my projects, which hurries me out of the common pathways of men.
Look in the mirror. What is that thing reflected capable of?
Magic
Sandra's seen a leprechaun,
Eddie touched a troll,
Laurie danced with witches once,
Charlie found some goblins gold.
Donald heard a mermaid sing,
Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known
I've had to make myself.
a certain bohemian, good-witch sort of charm
The person who floated the axe with a stick is in charge of my affairs, so marvel not.
My name's Jet Steele.
The language of solace, and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end.
Tina Fey is really cool. She's so mellow and laid back.
I'm very peculiar looking.
Come, dry your eyes, for you are LIFE, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly.
Dry your eyes, and let's go home.
The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own
We fly to beauty as an asylum from the terrors of finite nature.
What if you could stand against us - hold your own, a High Lady?" "There are no High Ladies." His brows furrowed, but he shook his head. "We'll talk about that later, too. But yes, Feyre - there can be High Ladies.
I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.
a body, until the whole of Miss Baxter
You never knew Lyanna as well as I did Robert, you saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath
She's a surprise this old earth, one big surprise after another since before she separated from the moon who circles and circles like the mate of a shot goose.
Sabrina fair
Listen where thou art sitting
Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of Lillies knitting
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair,
Listen for dear honour's sake,
Goddess of the silver lake,
Listen and save.
Faerie: where it's only a little weird to realize that my boyfriend is older than the internal combustion engine.
Sister Amelia spun, a whirling dervish in the service of the All-Mother, removing unnatural creatures from the lake.
When I look at the fields, all I can see is how fake they are, how poor an imitation they are of the pictures of Sol-Earth fields.
[ ... ]
And that's why I'll never be as good an Eldest as he is.
Because I like a little chaos.
limerick?" asked
So why were you with her?"
"She was my assignment."
"From The Eye?"
"No, from the Boy Scouts. That Witch Dating badge just kept eluding me."
Hawkins, Rachel (2011-03-01). Demonglass (Hex Hall Book 2) (p. 255). Disney. Kindle Edition.
Jane Austen Emma
What lady do you think prettiest?" Said Sallie.
"Margaret."
"Which do you like the best?"
"Jo, of course."
"What silly questions you ask!" and Jo gave a disdainful shrug as the rest laughed at Laurie's matter-of-fact tone
Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste.
Among the Diaries beginning with the second quarter of our century, there is frequent mention of a lady then becoming famous for her beauty and her wit: "an unusual combination," in the deliberate syllables of one of the writers, who is, however, not disposed to personal irony when speaking of her.
Judge the moth by the beauty of the candle
CHAT ROOM G. S. Hitchcock
Where are you off to in such a hurry?" His stunning green eyes bore through me. "A corpse
convention?" Even sweaty, Trevor was gorgeous.
"What are you running away from?" I retorted. "Your mirror?
Every place but that in which one is born is equally strange and wondrous. Once beyond the bounds of the city walls, and none knows what may happen. We have stepped forth into the Land of Faerie, but at least we are in the open air.
I am Brister Fendlestick. Velcome to my hoomble home!
I forgot," Isabelle muttered as the rest of them caught up to her. "Faeries have no sense of humor."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jace. "There's a pixie nightclub downtown called Hot Wings. Not," he added, "that I have ever been there.
How, like a moth, the simple maid Still plays around the flame!
The precious ordinary. I
Fly at me, Lucy.
Gentleman: An imaginary creature found in Jane Austen novels.
You all have functional brains, last time I checked," I say. "You can think like the Erudite, too."
"But we don't have special Divergent brains!" says Marlene. She touches her fingertips to my scalp and squeezes lightly. "Come on, do your magic.
She has a taste for unusual women, with strong noses and doll eyes and creative dispositions.
Wit is a pleasure-giving thing, largely because it eludes reason; but in the apprehension of an absurdity through the working of the comic spirit there is a foundation of reason, and an impetus to human companionship.
EPILOGUE THE BEAUTY OF A THOUSAND STARS
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
I have already given some account of the Steppenwolf's outward appearance. He gave at the very first glance the impression of a significant, an uncommon, and unusually gifted man. His
coltish-looking,
Where is Aelin.
Where is my wife?
Beyond the reach of human range A drop of hell, a touch of strange . . .
What magic shall solve us the secretOf beauty that's born for an hour?
Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh
To figure in the Catalogue, And woo the public eye. Something I must invent and paint; But oh my wit is not Like one of those kind substantives That answer Who and What?
I don't believe in faeries!
A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-'
He waved a hand. 'Faeries. I know.'
'I was going to say muggers,' said Clary. 'Though I pity the mugger who goes after you.
Where science is a dignified waltz in three-quarter time, magic is an improvised saxophone solo: all gut checks and synchronicities.
Cosmo Girl with a passion for fashion and a magic flask.
I am the witch of my mystical world.
Ll dark hair and blue smudges in the moonlight.
The faeries are kind of Switzerland with a big stick.
Three quarks for Muster Mark!
She had ... the glimmerings of a sense of humour - which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things.
Effie Seabright, we've been fated to meet you for a long time.
There are fairies at the bottom of our garden.
For you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly.
If we could love and hate with as good heart as the faeries do, we might grow to be long-lived like them. But until that day their untiring joys and sorrows must ever be one-half of their fascination. Love with them never grows weary, nor can the circles of the stars tire out their dancing feet.
The surprise is on the far side."
"You're sure?"
"Positive."
"It better not be another fairy," Seth said.
"What's the matter with fairies?"
"I've already seen about a billion of them and also they turned me into a walrus.
The whorl of her stars.
You enter the extraordinary by way of the ordinary
Wit is the lightning of the mind, reason the sunshine, and reflection the moonlight ...
What are you looking at?"
"A beautiful woman who makes me think I can fly.
Mindy Lujan with her feathered hair, bullying blue-lined eyes, and potty mouth that rivaled Akhil's, managing to use fuck as a verb, an adjective, and a noun, often in the same sentence, as in, "Who the fuck does that fucking fuck think she's fucking with?
Where mathematics and spirit join, where proof of the existence of mystery-salvific mystery-shimmers just below the surfaces of human perception, experience and the linguistic veil itself, Killarney Clary's new book-her best to date-dwells, plumbs, persuades and thrills.
Amy said, "So, you're making a flamethrower?"
"Amy, we gotta be prepared. We don't know what we'll find in that place, but for all we know it could be the Devil himself."
"David, what possible good is that thing gonna do?"
"Oh, no, you didn't hear me. I said it's a flamethrower." Girls.
Una's face was an unbroken block of calculation, saving where, upon her upper lip, a little down of hair fluttered. Yet it gave one an uncanny feeling. It made one think of a tassel on a hammer.
What have we here - jinn or human?