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This is a list of suggested possible quotes, poems, etc. to put on glamourbombs that involve the use of text. In most of them, it's easy to substitute in your own kindred where you see Faery, Elven, etc. You can also use any fae- or mythic-themed poetry, such as from the works of W. B. Yeats, A.E. (George Russell), or Fiona Macleod (William Sharp). You might wish to follow the main text with the address of an otherkin or faerie-related web page.
Here are a couple glamourbombing flyers: Save Our Endangered Pixies! and Unicorns Are People Too!
A faerie letter
Now on to the list of texts: Shorter | Longer
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Faeries are real.
Faeries are among you!
Real faeries are here.
This [object] was touched by a real faerie.
No magic - know Veil. Know magic - no Veil.
Live magically - you will not regret it!
The otherkin community left its mark here.
The secret to magic is belief; it is easier than you think...
You have just been the victim of a glamourbomb!
Your wings are real.
Awaken to wonder!
Faeries are everywhere. Magick is afoot.
Faeries exist... do you?
You are holding magic in your hands.
Magic is within you.
Believe in faerie glamour - it has touched you today.
Have you touched [Faerieland/Elfhame/the Otherworld/Tir nan Oc...] lately?
The Gates Are Opening...
The magic is always there, as long as you keep looking for it. (Fraggle Rock)
Adults are obsolete children, and the hell with them. (Theodor Geisel/Dr. Seuss)
There is more to life than increasing its speed. (Gandhi)
Faerie is not there, but here; it is not then, but now. (A.E. Waite)
The worlds of magic and logic must exist side by side, not destroy each other. (The Flight of Dragons)
Much evil must befall a country before it wholly forgets the Elves, if once they dwelt there. (Tolkien)
The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for your wits to grow sharper. (Eden Philpotts)
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we sleep and when we wake. (John Milton)
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. (Shakespeare)
If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. (William Blake)
It is not Elfland that creates the elves - it is we Elves who create Elfland! (The Silver Elves )
Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business. (Tom Robbins)
If you want magic, let go of your armor. Magic is so much stronger than steel. (Richard Bach)
The only life worth living is the magical one. (Richard Bach)
Blending living night and deep dream ... is the way with Elves. (Tolkien)
(Quenya: Fea Elentáro nai elwenna caluva, "May the Spirit of the Queen of the Stars shine down upon us")
(Quenya: Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo, "A star shines on the hour of our meeting")
(Sindarin: Êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn, "A star shines on the hour of our meeting")
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake. (Henry David Thoreau)
Is e an reimse na faerie direach thar do bhaint amach. ("There is a field of faerie just beyond your reach.")
I like fairy tales, and I like dreaming. I try to weave the reality into the dream. (Grace Coddington)
Have wings, will dream!
Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars. (J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit)
Above us, only stars. Below us, only stars. To all sides, only stars. Inside us, only stars. (Welcome to Night Vale)
You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen. (Neil Gaiman, Stardust)
The winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood.
(W. B. Yeats, "Maid Quiet")
Some people think we elves are fallen angels but we know we descended into this world on purpose. (The Silver Elves, Living the Personal Myth)
Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality. (Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland)
People call us romantics, mystics, dreamers, hippies, aliens, but we call ourselves elves. And we are. (Nikolay Lyapanenko, The Elves from Ancient Times to Our Days)
We are not here to reclaim a Faerie that once was, but to participate in a Faerie that ever is. (The Silver Elves)
In truth we do not go to Faery, we become Faery... (James Stephens, "The Carl of the Drab Coat", Irish Fairy Tales)
Magic doesn't do things the way you expect. If it did, it wouldn't be magic. (Zilpha Keatley Snyder, The Changeling)
Legend-making is not something that took place in the dim and distant past but a continuing process. (Jennifer Westwood, Albion: A Guide to Legendary Britain)
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. (Edgar Allen Poe)
Elves and Faeries often hide in plain sight, by pretending to pretend to be who we really are. (The Silver Elves)
Faeries are not fantasy, but a connection to reality. Faeries are irrational, poetic, absurd, and very, very wise. Faeries say there is nonsense in dogma, and sense in nonsense. Faeries express themselves with high seriousness and low humour. Faeries are resistant to all definitions. (Brian Froud)
Memory, prophecy, and fantasy - past, future, and the dreaming moment between - are all one country, living one immortal day. To know that is Wisdom. To use it is the Art. (Clive Barker)
We do not seek to convert anyone...only the Elven have any interest in being Elves. Yet in many, their elfin natures slumber and for these we sing the songs of awakening - Whether there ever were Elves is not as important to us as the fact that by manifestation, will, and burning desire, we are here now. (The Silver Elves)
I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don't want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic. (Charles de Lint)
I want to torture the people who don't understand the world of faeries. You'll get some reporter from Vogue who doesn't know what she's talking about, who paints me as some insipid Tinkerbell character. I'm not some shivering waif in the forest. Sometimes I want to grab those bitches by the hair and take them to the world of faerie and say, "would you like to repeat that?" I think that people who can't believe in faeries aren't worth knowing. (Tori Amos)
...I heard first a music as of bells going away, away into that wondrous underland whither, as legend relates, the Danaan gods withdrew; and then the heart of the hills was opened to me, and I knew there was no hill for those who were there, and they were unconscious of the ponderous mountain piled above the palaces of light, and the winds were sparkling and diamond clear, yet full of colour as an opal, as they glittered through the valley, and I knew the Golden Age was all about me, and it was we who had been blind to it but that it had never passed away from the world. (A.E., The Candle of Vision)
But you do, you have magic. Maybe you can't find it, but it's there! You have all the power you need, if you dare to look for it. (The Last Unicorn)
Conjuring things that have never been and walking among them, touching, feeling, and responding: Imagining allows you to fancifully sail into the future to explore and to bring back the gems - the thoughts, feelings, ideas, and concepts - that are waiting there, that are waiting there just for you. Remember: Always imagine. Always imagine, and always cherish your ability to do so. (Lazaris)
Obscured in adaptation and cynicism, bound by incredulity, magic was once lost in silence. Magic is awakening. You can hear its call. (Lazaris)
You are never given a wish without being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however. (Lazaris)
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds awake in the day to find that all was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes and make it happen. (T. E. Lawrence)
The People of the Hills don't care to be confused with that painty-winged, wand-waving, sugar-and-shake-your-head set of impostors... Butterfly wings, indeed! (Rudyard Kipling, "Weland's Sword", Puck of Pook's Hill)
Humans think they know what reality is, what life's about. They think they know because they think. "I think, therefore I know." Their attitude is "I'm at the top of the food chain, so I get to decide what's real and what's not." What they don't want to be, simply doesn't exist. Except, perhaps, in their dreams. Or nightmares. So they end up watching the shadows on the wall of the cave, thinking that's how the world really is. They never look at the things throwing the shadows... (Nancy Collins, In the Blood)
see through the veil
and truth in the sight
inner gates open
and let in the night
and starlight abide
Bale-fires on the dark moor light your journey between the
here may one meet the mighty dead beside the central pool
& find the making place in the wood whence all things grow.
Let yourself learn from the great shades' language, called through the flying air -
this the heart had always known, although, on returning, it remember never a word.
The wood stands eternal - follow others who were lighted
to the never-changing place where you may reach all worlds,
and recognize your source, the well of the golden head that sings.
(Sally Purcell, "Bale-Fires on the Dark Moor")
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world forever, it seems.
(Arthur O'Shaughnessy, "Ode")
Don't you know that this is a fairy tale, and all fun and pretence; and that you are not to believe one word of it, even if it is true? (Charles Kingsley, The Water Babies)
The end of the world is not an event to come, it is an event of psychological transformation, of visionary transformation. (Joseph Campbell)
There should be less sex in the media and more of it in real life. Sometimes I think the Secret Masters want us to forget what a real kiss is. (Thistle Kachunk)
Between the worlds
of men and gods
there go I.
And it's neither Blasphemy
It's REALITY, man!
If our ways scare
you perhaps you
should ask yourself why--
is it OUR passion
that frightens you
or your own?
(Mage: the Ascension)
If you foolishly ignore beauty, you'll soon find yourself without it. Your life will be impoverished. But if you wisely invest in beauty, it will remain with you all the days of your life. (Frank Lloyd Wright)
Wisdom is the knowledge of the laws of the universe, which are greater than each of us alone. And magic is the courage to call upon them. (Janet/Stewart Farrar?)
The future of civilization depends on our overcoming the meaninglessness and hopelessness that characterizes the thoughts of men today. (Albert Schweitzer)
Miracles seem to rest, not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from far off, but upon our perceptions being made finer so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear that which is about us always. (Willa Cather)
There is something inside all of us that yearns not for reason but for mystery... not for penetrating clear thought but for the whisperings of the irrational... not for science but for wizardry disguised as science... not for rationally founded influence but for magic. (Karl Jaspers)
I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it. (Harry Emerson Fosdick)
Now is the time when we Elves, Fae, and others will stop passively letting our heritage slip away into the mists of time. Now is the end of helplessness. We will not allow our gifts to atrophy further. We shall bring back true magic; break down the dam that allows only a small trickle of the magical into dominant, mundane reality. It is the imperative of all those who have achieved a personal magical reality to implant those ideas into the consensual reality. The Veil to the Otherworld has thickened over the years. It is our duty, as beings who are still able to perceive and manipulate the Veil because of our non-human heritage, to rend it to the point where magic is as free-flowing as the oxygen we breathe and as commonplace as technology. This will allow our oldest brethren, the True Fae, and other magical creatures to once again live among us in acceptance. We will help those who are caught on this side of the Veil, suffering torment from the lack of magical energies. We will provide a basic magical literacy for the world. (adapted from Morningstar (Adrian Mulvaney), "Elven Nation Manifesto")
I am not the only one who is really not human. There are other Fey out there. There are others out there who are not elves, but are not of this world, either. Stuffed into human bodies as well, there are elves and dragons and were-creatures and beings I cannot define. We are here for a reason, and that reason is to keep the magic alive that so many people on this planet have forgotten to see. A time will come when we will need it. (adapted from "On Being an Elf in a Human's World", author unknown)
Sit down and listen to a beautiful, wonderful, rich piece of music... don't just hear the tones, but listen - not only with your ears, but with your spirit and with your heart... let the music move through you... become one with you. Then you may get a feeling of what it is like for Fae to communicate. (unknown)
The realms that Elves walk in are areas of twilight. They are areas that are neither one spot or another, but are the areas of interaction between. (Rialian)
The essence of our magical elfin realm is not something we can create by building palaces nor forest sanctuaries. The true Faerie abides within us. It is not out there, but in here, and to find it we must reach into our very souls and become those magical beings we know ours'elves to truly be. Elfland is born from the inside out; it is brought to life by our own radiant being. Elfland is built not by wood nor concrete but by light and shadow woven together by our love. (The Silver Elves)
You didn't come into this world.
You came out of it,
like a wave from the ocean.
You are not a stranger here.
I walk silently
though my steps are music.
I feel the immensity
of the Universe that bore me,
though it exists complete within me.
I stand with Trees that remember my birth,
Though it was I who planted their seeds.
I am ever-young and ever-old
I am ageless and of the Ages.
As I am, I was, and I shall ever be.
I am like nothing else
and yet I am at One with Everything.
I am an Elf.
We exist in more than just dreams and fables. We dwell in the sky, the earth, the oceans. We frolic in meadows and forests alike. Our forms are oft hidden from your eyes, though never from your hearts! (unknown)
The world is full of zanies and fools
who don't believe in sensible rules,
and won't believe what sensible people say;
and because these daft and dewy-eyed dopes
keep building up impossible hopes,
impossible things are happening every day.
(from "Impossible/It's Possible" in Cinderella by Rogers and Hammerstein)
The faery beam upon you,
The stars to glister on you,
A moon of light In the noon of night
Till the firedrake hath o'er gone you.
(Ben Jonson, The Gypsies Metamorphosed)
Enchantment they craft, faerie glamour abounds
Your mind's true fancies... reality found!
Awaken now... Shhhh, not a sound,
For in this moment you may chance to perceive
Reality as t'was meant to be.
We of Faerie are of the wild magic. We are not creatures of spells and grimoires. We are spells, and we are written of in grimoires. (Neil Gaiman, Sandman #52, "Cluracan's Tale")
You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters. (St. Bernard of Clairvaux)
The crazy landscapes behind the faces,
Holding back the forbidden places
Abolished music, lost for ages
The living words of forbidden pages
Though dust has gathered on honest feeling
Forbidden truths through twilight stealing
And in the eyes of the listless faces
Glisten hints of forbidden places
(from Meat Puppets, "Forbidden Places")
As far as I'm concerned, the only difference between fact and what most people call fiction is about fifteen pages in the dictionary. (Charles de Lint)
Faerie music is the wind... and their movement is the play of shadow cast by moonlight, or starlight, or no light at all. Faerie lives like a ghost beside us, but only the city remembers. But then the city never forgets anything. (Charles de Lint, "Ghosts of Wind and Shadow")
The old gods and their magics did not dwindle away into murky memories of brownies and little fairies more at home in a Disney cartoon; rather, they changed. The coming of Christ and Christians actually freed them. They were no longer bound to people's expectations but could now become anything that they could imagine themselves to be. They are still here, walking among us. We just don't recognize them anymore. (Charles de Lint)
If you don't believe in dragons,
it is curiously true
That the dragons you disparage
Choose to not believe in you.
(Jack Prelutsky, The Dragons are Singing Tonight)
Once they all believed in dragons
When the world was fresh and young,
We were woven into legends,
Tales were told and songs were sung,
We were treated with obeisance,
We were honored, we were feared,
Then one day they stopped believing--
On that day, we disappeared.
Now they say our time is over,
Now they say we've lived our last,
Now we're treated with derision
Where we once ruled unsurpassed.
We must make them all remember,
In some way we must reveal
That our spirit lives forever--
We are dragons! We are real!
(Jack Prelutsky, "Once They All Believed In Dragons", The Dragons are Singing Tonight)
No breath of fire, no control of worlds,
no fear under wing, nor virgin girls.
Heart of steel, soul of wind,
a spirit soaring, a Dragon kin.
...there's a world beyond what we can see and touch, and that world lives by its own laws. What may be impossible in this very ordinary world is very possible there, and sometimes the boundaries between the two worlds disappear, and then who can say what is possible and impossible? (David Eddings)
In the midnight forest the dark oak trees are still under the stars. The pale wildflowers in the clearing have furled their petals for the night. Suddenly he appears, a milk-white creature with the proud form of a horse. You may not notice his cloven hoofs or curling beard, but you see the curved neck, the silver mane, the graceful tail. Then he moves his head, and the moonlight runs like sea water along the pearly spiral of his horn. There is no sound, but at the next heart-beat the clearing is once again empty of all but the night. (Georgess McHargu, "The Beasts of Never")
The faery realm is the Primal Land: wherever you are, whatever land you are in, the faery realm is the primal image of that land. It is before and beyond corruption and pollution, hence its legendary names: the Ever Young, the Land of Heart's Desire. (R.J. Stewart, Earth Light)
Why bother with faeryland when we can have soap operas? The sacred land is irrelevant in a pop-video consumer culture. So the worlds move farther apart, and our planet suffers just as our souls suffer. (R.J. Stewart, Earth Light)
Far beyond the world of the cold mind and the stony heart, yet closer than the breath in a frosty dawn is Hy Brasil, the Many-Coloured Land of Heart's Desire! (Olivia Robertson, "Pisces and Cerridwen" ritual)
A man may both walk in legends and on the green earth in the daylight. For not we but those who come after will make the legends of our time. The green earth is a mighty matter of legend, though you tread it under the light of day! (paraphrase from J. R. R. Tolkien, The Two Towers)
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
(J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring)
The love of the Elves for their land and their works is deeper than the deeps of the Sea, and their regret is undying and cannot be assuaged. (Tolkien)
For the Elves the world moves, and it moves both very swift and very slow. Swift, because they themselves change little, and all else fleets by: it is a grief to them. Slow, because they do not count the running years, not for themselves. The passing seasons are but ripples ever repeated in the long long stream. (Tolkien)
Elves are no smaller than men,
and walk as men do, in this world,
but with more grace than most,
and are not immortal.
(Denise Levertov, "The Elves")
Now come the riders, the tall and shining Sidhe folk, the oldest and the brightest, like earth-locked angels. Look upon them all in their finery, silk and gossamer, and see how they leave trails of rainbows as they ride. (John Adcox, Blackthorne Faire)For all the hillside was haunted
Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot. (Neil Gaiman)
We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get it the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow path and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves. (Robert R. McCammon)
Voices in the forest tell of dark and twisted enchantments - as dark and twisted as the roots and grasping branches of the trees themselves. (Brian Froud)
Faerie contains many things besides elves and fays, and besides dwarfs, witches, trolls, giants, or dragons: it holds the seas, the sun, the moon, the sky; and the earth, and all things that are in it: tree and bird, water and stone, wine and bread, and ourselves, mortal men, when we are enchanted. (Tolkien)
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair and let us huddle together as darkness takes over. We are at home amidst the birds and the trees, for we are children of nature. (Susan Polis Shutz)
Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live. (Nora Roberts)
No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith. (Drizzt Do'Urden in Streams of Silver by R. A. Salvatore)
I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, myths, dragons. it all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now? (John Lennon)
Faerie is a world of dark enchantments, of captivating beauty, of enormous ugliness, of callous superficiality, of humour, mischief, joy and inspiration, of terror, laughter, love and tragedy. It is far richer than fiction would generally lead one to believe and, beyond that, it is a world to enter with extreme caution, for of all things faeries resent the most it is curious humans blundering about their private domains like so many ill-mannered tourists. So go softly—where the rewards are enchanting, the dangers are real. (Betty Ballantine)
Things there are in the world which have never loved Men, which have been in the world far longer than humankind, so that once when Men were newer on the earth and the woods were greater, there had been places a Man might walk where he might feel the age of the world on his shoulders. Forests grew in which the stillness was so great he could hear stirrings of a life no part of his own. There were brooks from which the magic had not gone, mountains which sang with voices, and sometimes a wind touched the back of his neck and lifted the hairs with the shiver of a presence at which a Man must never turn and stare. (C. J. Cherryh, The Dreamstone)
"I've come back to reality. Which is the world of the imagination. That's the true world, Monsieur. Why did I ever allow myself to forget? You have to conjure it, that’s all. Sometimes you can completely forget it's there. You get ground down in the minutiae of daily life, the details. And then it’s as though a door swings open, a door concealed in the wall, and you walk through, and you're in that other place." (Michèle Roberts)
The trick to magic is that it lies in between. In between what? It almost doesn't matter. It just has to be in between. Not blue or yellow, but green. Not sun or moon, but the light of dusk. Not river or land, but the bridge that spans the water. ... A place between, you see. You can find them anywhere. (Charles de Lint, Tapping the Dream Tree)
There is some Fey spirit that comes to possess me, now and again, bringing on a pricking in the heels to dance on dew soaked lawns and to worship the stars and to walk on the watered silk of the lake as if it were a silvered road to the Moon. I find myself seeking in the faces of others some remnant of my pale sisters that we might braid ivy in our hair against drunkenness and laugh like Maenads at the steel and tarmac, knowing well how short their reign. When the thunder clouds curl about the city and my veins run green with foxfire and the human world dissolves about me in shreds of torn plastic, then, I know that which we fear, death and the wild things, are one and the same and no matter how fast we run the Wild Hunt is quicker still and one day we shall ride with them and at last be free. (Skye)
I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. Oh, most everybody else didn't realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by silver filaments of chance and circumstance. But I knew it all along. When I was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present and into the future. You probably did too; you just don't recall it. (Robert R. McCammon, Boy's Life)
I crave a world of gorgeous and gigantic mystery, splendour, and terror, in which reigns no limitation save that of the untrammelled imagination. (H. P. Lovecraft)
We seek the heart of Elvendom on earth, and there our hearts dwell ever, unless there be a light beyond the dark roads that we still must tread. (paraphrase from J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring)
We do not want merely to see beauty... we want something else which can hardly be put into words--to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it. (C. S. Lewis)
The magic cannot be separated from the land. You can put the knowledge in a book, perhaps, but that does not preserve it; once everything is gone but the dry pages, they only point to what is lost. Magic is alive, as the mountains are alive, as we are alive. (Sara Amis, "Poison in the Heart of the World")
Faerie/Elfin is not so much another place but another vibration of this world. Think of it as one would think of Ultra Violet or Infra Red, a spectrum of being that exists here and now but is not readily observable by most folks. (The Silver Elves, "Faerie at First Sight")
We are elves not because our bodies are descended from elves, although we may well be descended from those tribes, such as the Scythians, the Pict-Sidhe or the Tuatha Da Danaan, upon which the tales of elves are mostly based; but because we choose to be elves; although, it is a basic truth that we choose to be elves because we are elves. In the long run of evolution, we all choose to be who are truly are. We cannot help but do so. (The Silver Elves, The Elven Way)
Yet in the blood of man there is a tide, an old sea-current, rather, that is somehow akin to the twilight, which brings him rumours of beauty from however far away, as drift-wood is found at sea from islands not yet discovered; and this spring-tide or current that visits the blood of man comes from the fabulous quarter of his lineage, from the legendary, of old; it takes him out to the woodlands, out to the hills; he listens to ancient song. (Lord Dunsany, "The Bride of the Man-Horse")
The first men to talk of "trees" and "stars" saw things very differently. To them, the world was alive with mythological beings. They saw the stars as living silver, bursting into flame in answer to the eternal music. They saw the sky as a jeweled tent, and the earth as the womb whence all living things have come. To them, the whole of creation was "myth-woven and elf patterned." (J.R.R. Tolkien)
Magic is not so much something which you do occasionally behind closed doors or in the space behind your closed eyes, but a way of living your life – a way of approaching the world you move through and everything in it. (Phil Hine, Condensed Chaos)
Past lives are not past but still affect me now. There is no past – time is not linear. I was not an elf, I am an elf. I do not remember my elven language, I speak it every day. (Ambrosia)
Some people say we elves are creatures of myth, and we agree. We elves are indeed mythic beings, which ordinary mortals do well to remember. (The Silver Elves, Living the Personal Myth)
There is music in your soul. A wild and untamed sort of music that speaks to me. It defies all the rules and laws you humans set upon it. It grows from inside you, and I have a wish to set that music free. (S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong)
The Elven Path, the magick way,
Take us to the hidden glade,
A place wherein the true self born,
Wisdom gained of eldritch form,
Drink deep of the ancient brew,
On the hazel nuts we chew,
Walk the woods, both out and in,
Reunite with our fae kin.
I remember walking through the woods, the very midnight air bending to my will. Stars crowned my hair and I wore a mantle of secrets that gave me power. I miss the feeling of my wings, I miss the presence of magic on my skin.
And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. (Roald Dahl, The Minpins)
The wood so softly singing
In a language strange to hear
And the song it sings will find you
As the twilight draws you near
(Heron Mist, "Enchantment")
They say the Hidden Path can't be found. Because it's hidden. But that is not quite true. It is only hidden from those who can't see it. Otherwise it's there, clear as a shaft of moonlight through the trees. (Heron Mist, "The Hidden Path")
It is said that the land of Faery is as near as breath. So it is. And as far away as a land beneath the waves or deep underground. That is true too. Faërie logic allows for this contradiction. (Greg, "The Faery")
As through the hard rock go the branching silver veins; as into the solid land run the creeks and gulfs from the unresting sea; as the lights and influences of the upper worlds sink silently through the earth's atmosphere; so doth Faerie invade the world of men. (George MacDonald, Phantastes: A Faerie Romance for Men and Women)
The mere presence of the Otherworld kindles in us the spark of higher consciousness, or imagination. It is the stories and tales and visions of the Otherworld -- the magical, enchanted land just beyond the walls of the manifest world -- which awaken and expand in human beings the very notions of beauty, of reverence, of love and nobility, and all the higher virtues. (Stephen Lawhead, The Paradise War)
The land changes. Faerie overlays the land and comes and goes with the waxing and waning of eldritch tides. And those follow the lead of faerie time, which is no' like time in this world at all. It does no' flow straight nor consistent, and I canna' help ye understand its passing. Indeed, it does no' quite pass. It ... spirals. It goes and returns, always moving, never changing, for Faerie is an eternal world. (Cliff Seruntine, An Ogham Wood)
Dragons are everywhere. They are the roaring of the wind, a flicker in the night sky, a rustling in the forest. They are the glint beneath a desert sun, a stirring in still waters, the fury in the eye of a storm. (S. A. Caldwell, Dragonworld: Secrets of the Dragon Domain)
Elves are children of starlight, rather than stardust. Light or Dark, they carry the light and song of the stars. (Dan o'Dea)
Faeries are not diminutive in size or scope. They are pure energy and will swallow you whole. (faerypotter)
The Elven Way passes beyond the fields of the known into the forest of the unknown illuminated by the glow of the elves. (The Silver Elves, The Elven Way: The Magical Path of the Shining Ones)
The stars. So beautiful, so mysterious, so alluring are they—so unreachable, pure, strange, and glorious that they could only be of Faêrie. Go into the wilderness on a clear night and look up. Look long. Then you will have seen something of Faêrie. (Cecilia Dart-Thornton, The Lady of the Sorrows, ch. 3 "Caermelor Part II")
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