#dragons

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#brave #dragons #lives #once #only

My first figure was a SLAYER eagle. And the dragons and the tribals are all I have got. ↗

— Kerry King

#eagle #figure #first #got #i

But how can we know that dragons did not exist? We have never actually BEEN to the Dark Ages. ↗

— Cressida Cowell

#age

Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain; If we perish in the seeking, why, how small a thing is death! ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

#christianity #death #dragons #death

What do you see to the south?" Tanis asked abruptly. Raistilin glanced at him. "What do I ever see with these eyes of mine Half-Elf?" the mage whispered bitterly. "I see death, death and destruction. I see war." He gestured up above. "The constellations have not returned. The Queen of Darkness is not defeated." "We may have not won the war," Tanis began, "but surely we have won a major battle---" Raistlin coughed and shook his head sadly. "Do you see no hope?" "Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in the vain attempt to reach it." "Are you saying we should just give up?" Tanis asked, irritably tossing the bark away. "I'm saying we should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open," Raistin answered. Coughing he drew his robes more closely around him. ↗

— Margaret Weis

#death

How certain are you that this forest is Darken Wood, Raistin?" "How certain is one of anything, Half-Elven?" the mage replied. "I am not certain of drawing my next breath. But go ahead. Walk into the wood that no living man has ever walked out. Death is life's one great certainty, Tanis." The half-elf felt a sudden urge to throw Raistlin off the side of the mountain. ↗

— Margaret Weis

#death

My nightly craft is winged in white, a dragon of night dark sea. Swift born, dream bound and rudderless, her captain and crew are me. We've sailed a hundred sleeping tides where no seaman's ever been And only my white-winged craft and I know the wonders we have seen. ↗

— Anne McCaffrey

#dreams #dreams

And Annie showed me how ailanthus trees grow under subway and sewer gratings, stretching toward the sun, making shelter in the summer, she said, laughing, for the small dragons that live under the streets. ↗

— Nancy Garden

#friendship-and-love #friendship

Have I ever told you how glad I am we're not enemies? Eragon asked. No, but it's very sweet of you. Eragon to Saphira ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#brightscales #dragon-riders #dragons #eragon #fantasy