31 Quotes About Unicorn

But it isn’t a rough draft either. The one I turned in several months ago was rough. There were some bad plot holes, some logical inconsistencies, pacing problems, and not nearly enough lesbian unicorns. Patrick Rothfuss

But is the unicorn a falsehood? It's the sweetest of animals and a noble symbol. It stands for Christ and for chastity; it can be captured only by setting a virgin in the forest, so that the animal, catching her most chaste odor, will go and lay its head in her lap, offering itself as prey to the hunters' snares."" So it is said, Adso. But many tend to believe that it's a fable, an invention of the pagans."" What a disappointment, " I said. "I would have liked to encounter one, crossing a wood. Otherwise what's the pleasure of crossing a wood? . Umberto Eco

Toads are to dragons what carrots are to unicorns. Ness Kingsley

Yes. The elven magi are very old, but not old enough to remember that all of this has happened before.” Parmida frowned. “Just how old are you?”“ I am older than a thousand of your suns, ” the unicorn answered.“... and that means? Ash Gray

Enjoyed the ride?' Janis asked, sarcasm in her voice. 'I never thought you'd actually be scared of flying.'' Well, it's not everyday I ride unicorns to parallel worlds, ' I muttered. Deepika Kumaaraguru

The dragon turned on the children and unicorns, his mouth open. For a brief moment, they could see his eyes change from blue to a deep red, like coals in a fire. It was almost as if another, fiercer dragon looked at them through Zebedia’s eyes. Bronwen Webb

He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it, too; he was ready, but not, despite her gorgeousness, with Tiglah. Tiglah was not worth losing his ability to touch a unicorn. Madeleine LEngle

A smart person is not one that knows the answers, but one who knows where to find them... William Petersen

I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns, or if they had changed so that they hated all unicorns now and tried to kill them when they saw them. But not to see them at all, to look at them and see something else-what do they look like to one another, then? What do trees look like to them, or houses, or real horses, or their own children? Peter S. Beagle

I believe in magic. Writing is my magic wand, and through my magic I create my own secret world, away from all these worries and responsibilities. Love, honesty and humanity is essential to enter this beautiful world of magic. I dwell among White magical peacocks, glowing unicorns, fire breathing turquoise dragons, talking trees, flying horses, talking wise jackals and wolves, crystal water falls, secret pathways hidden in urban gardens and books with doorways to secret worlds. You need to believe in magic to experience it. Ama H. Vanniarachchy

Unicorns aren't magical and beautiful. They're just predatory horses that have horns and love to eat virgins. Delilah S. Dawson

Unicorns are immortal. It is their nature to live alone in one place: usually a forest where there is a pool clear enough for them to see themselves-for they are a little vain, knowing themselves to be the most beautiful creatures in all the world, and magic besides. They mate very rarely, and no place is more enchanted than one where a unicorn has been born. The last time she had seen another unicorn the young virgins who still came seeking her now and then had called to her in a different tongue; but then, she had no idea of months and years and centuries, or even of seasons. It was always spring in her forest, because she lived there, and she wandered all day among the great beech trees, keeping watch over the animals that lived in the ground and under bushes, in nests and caves, earths and treetops. Generation after generation, wolves and rabbits alike, they hunted and loved and had children and died, and as the unicorn did none of these things, she never grew tired of watching them. Peter S. Beagle

We were born in the '70s, back when twins were rare, a bit magical: cousins of the unicorn, siblings of the elves. Gillian Flynn

I was testing a hypothesis. But it was right, and then I had a unicorn to deal with. You can't just say, 'Thank you so much, go away now' to a unicorn, the way you can with atomic particles. Pamela Dean

Simple spells were light and fun, like a good joke. This spell was as simple as a symphony and as splendid. After adding the last runes, I swirled power through the old spells ensuring they merged with the new spells. The entire castle of spells flexed with the added power, my sign to retreat and hope it worked. Watching the spells bend and move was captivating. One moment they were crawling over each other looking for structure and the next they'd formed a fortress of magic seeking targets, calling them home.." Jones?"" Right behind you." He walked around to my left. "How'd it go?"" Good. Really good."" I can tell. You're glowing." I thought he was joking until I glanced at my hand. I had to look like a giant firefly. "Narselfart! " He laughed. "Don't worry about it. It's kinda' cute. Besides, those boys" - he jerked his head to indicate the younger cops - "aren't ever going to forget this power show. N. E. Conneely

I might act like a rhinoceros, but I'm a unicorn. Nuno Roque

Stars were golden unicorns neighing unheard through blue meadows. William Faulkner

Wanton stars galloped neighing like unicorns in blue meadows. William Faulkner

O dieses ist das Tier, das es nicht giebt. Sie wußtens nicht und habens jeden Falls— sein Wandeln, seine Haltung, seinen Hals, bis in des stillen Blickes Licht — geliebt. Zwar war es nicht. Doch weil sie’s liebten, wardein reines Tier. Sie ließen immer Raum.Und in dem Raume, klar und ausgespart, erhob es leicht sein Haupt und brauchte kaumzu seinÈ questo l’animale favoloso, che non esiste. Non veduto mai, ne amaron le movenze, il collo, il passo: fino la luce dello sguardo calmo. Pure “non era”. Ma perchè lo amarono, divenne. Intatto. Gli lasciavan sempre più spazio. E in quello spazio chiaro, etereo:serbato a lui — levò, leggiero, il capo. And here we have the creature that is not. But they did not allow this , and as it happens- his gait and bearing, his arched neck, even the light in his eyes - they loved it all. Yet truly he was not. But because they loved himthe beast was seen. And always they made room. And in that space, empty and unbounded, he raised an elegant head, yet hardly foughtfor his existence. Oh ! C'est elle, la bête qui n'existe pas. Eux, ils n'en savaient rien, et de toutes façons- son allure et son port, son col et même la lumièrecalme de son regard - ils l'ont aimée. Elle, c'est vrai, n'existait point. Mais parce qu'ils l'aimaientbête pure, elle fut. Toujours ils lui laissaient l'espace. Et dans ce clair espace épargné, doucement, Elle leva la tête, ayant à peine besoin d'être. Rainer Maria Rilke

From that first moment of doubt, there was no peace for her; from the time she first imagined leaving her forest, she could not stand in one place without wanting to be somewhere else. She trotted up and down beside her pool, restless and unhappy. Unicorns are not meant to make choices. She said no, and yes, and no again, day and night, and for the first time she began to feel the minutes crawling over her like worms. . Peter S. Beagle

You know your life is completely screwed up when you have to look up the mythological figures who talk to you in the bathroom mirror. Maurissa Guibord

Michelle: Phone. That had to be my phone waking me up. My hand swept across the nightstand until it found the vibrating hunk of silicone. "Hello." "Michelle, It's Gordon from the Cobb County Sheriff's Office. We need you to deal with some illegally bred magical creatures." The sound of barking and shouting followed his voice." What are they?"" We don't know. I can tell you what they look like. Henri was one of the responding and he's never heard of these things. I think they're new." Blech. I rolled out of bed to start getting dressed. Henri was an old vampire. I'm not sure how old. But old enough to take his word on something like this." Gordon, tell me what these things look like."" I'd say someone found the stupidest chihuahua in the city and then did something to give it wings and magic."" Great! How do I get there?" I wrote down the address and a few directions. "That's the mayor's place, isn't it?" Yep and he's not happy. . N. E. Conneely

The Lady Amalthea beckoned, and the cat wriggled all over, like a dog, but he would not come near.. She was offering her open palm to the crook-eared cat, but he stayed where he was, shivering with the desire to go to her"..[later, Molly asked the cat] "Why were you afraid to let her touch you? I saw you. You were afraid of her."" If she had touched me, " he said very softly, "I would have been hers and not my own, not ever again. I wanted her to touch me but I could not let her. No cat will.. The price is more than a cat can pay. Peter S. Beagle

So, what’s the issue with Unicorns?”“Imagine a cat, ” Rose said. “Not just a cat, but a cat that is such a cat, other cats come to it for cat lessons. Take a thousand cats, refine them down to a single drop of pure essence of cat, and make a whole cat out of the stuff.” I shivered. “Ewww. And that’s a Unicorn?”“No, ” she said. “That’s an Elf. A Unicorn is a thousand times worse. An Elf you can reason with. Bryan Fields

For the first time, they were seeing the dream beneath the flesh. Karla stared at the pointed ears that had come from the Dea al Mon, the hands with sheathed claws that had come from the Tigre, the hooves peeking out from beneath the black gown that could have come from the centaurs or the horses or the unicorns. Most of all, she stared at the tiny spiral horn. The living myth. Dreams made flesh. But, oh, had any of them really thought about who the dreamers had . Anne Bishop

She was a goddamn unicorn of selfishness. Victoria Dahl

THE UNICORN: The saintly hermit, midway through his prayersstopped suddenly, and raised his eyes to witnessthe unbelievable: for there before him stoodthe legendary creature, startling white, thathad approached, soundlessly, pleading with his eyes. The legs, so delicately shaped, balanced abody wrought of finest ivory. And ashe moved, his coat shone like reflected moonlight. High on his forehead rose the magic horn, the signof his uniqueness: a tower held upright by his alert, yet gentle, timid gait. The mouth of softest tints of rose and grey, whenopened slightly, revealed his gleaming teeth, whiter than snow. The nostrils quivered faintly:he sought to quench his thirst, to rest and find repose. His eyes looked far beyond the saint's enclosure, reflecting vistas and events long vanished, and closed the circle of this ancient mystic legend. . Rainer Maria Rilke

Sara: Tegan just recently discovered that unicorns don’t exist. Tegan: I just thought they were extinct. Tegan Quin

Parmida had never believed in unicorns, not until a stroll through the forests of Sunneth Dol convinced her otherwise. She was a young human woman living in a world where magick was dead and magickal creatures a myth. Elves and fae and magickal beasts had long ago shed their skin and left their bones. It was a world where humans alone now existed, walking in the dark of night, always looking over their shoulder for their inevitable extinction, as if nature were waiting to absorb them next back into her soil. . Ash Gray