172 Quotes About Elves

The text's construction of an ailment as the product of a conflict with supernatural beings...renarrates the suffer's experience in martial and heroic terms. If recited to victims of the illness, the charm had the potential to help them renegotiate their self-perception.

Being impressive, perhaps, isn't all that impressive>

That’s right. A halfblood. A halfblood with the skills and the talent to fight alongside the best. They’d all seen her. Who were the Hunters to turn her down after that? They wouldn’t dare.

But when they reached Highmost Redmanhey, Susan said, “Uthecar, what’s wrong with the elves? I – don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve always imagined them to be – well, the ‘best’ of your people.” “Ha!”, said Uthecar. “They would agree with you! And few would gainsay them. You must judge for yourselves. But I will say this of the lios-alfar; they are merciless without kindliness, and there are things incomprehensible about them.

I dare say you could,' snorted Gimli. ' You are a Wood-elf, anyway, though Elves of any kind are strange folk. Yet you comfort me. Where you go, I will go. But keep your bow ready to hand, and I will keep my axe loose in my belt. Not for use on trees.' he added hastily, looking up at the tree under which they stood. ' I do not wish to meet that old man at unawares without an argument ready to hand, that is all. Let us go!

God is the Lord, of angels, and of men... and of elves. Legend and History have met and fused

They came with hardly a warning,” Moya said. “Hundreds pouring over the chasm, both beautiful and terrible, wearing shining gold and shimmering blue. With them came whirlwinds and giants. Nothing can stop them. They’re coming still.

Only look ye yonder, see ye those mountains? There’s elves live there, that there is their kingdom. Their palaces, hear ye, are all of pure gold. Oh aye, sir! Elves, I tell ye. ’Tis awful. He who yonder goes, never returns.’‘I thought so,’ said Geralt coldly. ‘Which is precisely why I don’t intend going there.

It's a mad idea. Mad. The dwarves will crush her bones. The elves will strip her flesh. And the barbarians will make her into soup.