• Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind, run on the top of the dishevelled tide and dance upon the mountains like a flame."

— William Butler Yeats.

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• "Yes, I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."

— Oscar Wilde.

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• "I want to be magic. 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

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• "Be humble for you are made of earth. Be noble for you are made of stars."

— Serbian Proverb

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• "Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace."

— Eugene O’Neill

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• "What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality. When she jumped she probably thought she could fly."

— The Virgin Suicides

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• "I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again."

— Lewis Carrol

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• "She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright, meet in her aspect and her eyes."

- Lord Byron

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• “Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.”

— Claude Monet

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• “She had been born of the sea. Her fingernails were as glistening and uneven as mother of pearl and her eyes were ocean caves. On windy days she would lie on her back on her bed, her soft blond hair falling away in waves, and watch the trees dance through her window.”

— Unknown

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• “Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.”

— Rosemaire Urquico

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• “My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream.”

— Dylan Thomas

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• “So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon… I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.”

— Sylvia Plath

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• “She was a beautiful child. Uncommonly fragile, with great brown eyes that would collapse into tears at the slightest prompting. She spent much of her time alone, a tiny figure wandering through an imaginary land of elves and fairies, dancing on tiptoe in lace trimmed ballerina costumes, singing in a voice loud enough to be heard only by herself."

— Paul Auster

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• “The fairy poet takes a sheet of moonbeam, silver white; His ink is dew from daisies sweet; His pen a point of light.”

— Joyce Kilmer

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• "Ela é uma moça de poses delicadas, sorrisos discretos e olhar misterioso. Ela tem cara de menina mimada, um quê de esquisitice, uma sensibilidade de flor, um jeito encantado de ser, um toque de intuição e um tom de doçura. Ela reflete lilás, um brilho de estrela, uma inquietude, uma solidão de artista e um ar sensato de cientista. Ela é intensa e tem mania de sentir por completo, de amar por completo e de ser por completo. Dentro dela tem um coração bobo, que é sempre capaz de amar e de acreditar outra vez. Ela tem aquele gosto doce de menina romântica e aquele gosto ácido de mulher moderna."

— Caio Fernando Abreu

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• "I’m not sentimental. I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last—the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won’t."

—F. Scott Fitzgerald

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• "Once upon a time, there lived a girl with dreams as high as the sky and a heart as vast as oceans. She often found herself in strange, magical places; she was a princess in love with illusions and fantasies, inside her chest a little golden heart. Living in a castle made of wishes and dreams, she was the ghost who lost herself in fairy tales. She was the collector of memories and the keeper of secrets."

- Unknown

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• "Oh, but she had been so pretty in the weaving of those delicate spells, in the dreamy performance of her enchantments…"

— Lolita, Valdamir Nabokov

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• "My heart is made by sweet lavender, whose petals are softly falling and tenderly dying in a beautiful moment of solitude and silence."

— Unknown

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• "The stars know everything, so we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, we choose to whisper in their presence."

— Charles Simic

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• "Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains. Surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breathe in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil."

— Les Discrets - L’ Échappée

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• "He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, perfomrming a dance almost infinite in its complexity. He imagined he could see the very faces of the stars; pale, they were, and smiling gently, as if they had spent so much time above the world, watching the scrambling and the joy and the pain of the people below them, that they could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does."

— Neil Gaiman

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• "Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas-abstract, invisible, gone once they’ve been spoken-and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created."

— Neil Gaiman

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• "Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded."

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• "Meanders of thoughts. Pools of dreams. Streams of aspiration. Waves of moonbeams. A sprinkle of hope. A flow of fears. A cascade of melancholia. A river of tears."

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• "I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! — When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library."

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• "She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars."

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• "The moon likes secrets. And secret things. She lets mysteries bleed into her shadows and leaves us to ask whether they originated from otherworlds, or from our own imaginations."

— Charles de Lint

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• "These girls are the kind of girls who always believed in unicorns, they believed in the power of love and dreams. They are the kind of girls who gazed out of windows at bigger worlds, and the rain made them think faeries and tree houses."

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• "Dancing bears, painted wings, things I almost remember, and a song someone sings, once upon a December. Someone holds me safe and warm, horses prance through a silver storm, figures dancing gracefully, across my memory... Far away, long ago, glowing dim as an ember, things my heart used to know, once upon a December. Someone holds me safe and warm, horses prance through a silver storm, figures dancing gracefully, across my memory... Far away, long ago, glowing dim as an ember, things my heart used to know, things it yearns to remember... And a song someone sings, once upon a December."

- Anastasia

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• "It’s not that I literally think I’m a faerie. It’s just that I feel so different from most people. And this idea of a race living underground in caverns, spending all their days dancing and playing the fiddle and eating flowers and reciting poetry and sharing their dreams, that to me sounds much more real than the way people live in this world, hating and fighting and wanting and hurting."

— Francesca Lia Block

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• "All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind wake in the day to find out it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, for they man act their dream with open eyes to make it possible."

— T. E. Lawrence

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• “Whatever comes," she said, "cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it.”

― Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess.

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• "Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on for ever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder."

― J.M. Barrie

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• "I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren't pretty, or smart, or young. They're still princesses. All of us. Didn't your father ever tell you that? Didn't he?"

― Sarah Crewe, A Little Princess

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• "For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone. People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody. Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others."

― Audrey Hepburn

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• "I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses."

― Nietzsche

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• "There was a little girl, with a bookcase for a heart. Whose dusty, lonely shelves, longed for swan songs to impart. And came a dawn hued book, with pages stained which dwell, in worlds of wondering whimsy, which reality could not quell. With lashes softly crotched, around lyric violet eyes, the little girl looked up, to tug boats clearing skies. A night where stars would fly, instead of tarnished fall. And where a bookcase for a heart, was not a bad thing after all."

― Kim (Frankie Magazine)

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• "Be strong and of good courage. You are truly royal spirit daughters of Almighty God. You are princesses, destined to become queens. Your own wondrous story has already begun. Your “once upon a time” is now." — President Dieter F. Uchtdorf