Beautiful quotes about dragons (100 quotes)
It is unknown whether dragons actually existed, but rumors and stories about them have survived to this day. And as you know, there is no smoke without fire. In any case, they like to use images of dragons in films, books and games, because they make any plot more intense. Or maybe dragons still live among us, but they hide well. This collection contains beautiful quotes about dragons.
-What do you know about dragons? - What? Nothing. - Seriously! - Well, it's not the Loch Ness Monster, Dean. Dragons don't exist. - Make a couple of calls... - Who? To Hogwarts?
— Dragons are wise, but not always smart.
Girls are the strangest creatures in the world, not counting dragons, if they (I mean dragons), of course, exist.
- The half-life of the Dragon depends on our attachment to it.
Our dragon did not eat people on principle - he considered them unhealthy due to the high content of alcohol, nicotine and cholesterol.
— Dragons are wise, but not always smart.
Fire cannot kill a dragon.
- Evil dragons are unhappy.
Dragons in love feed on dreams. And that’s why they often get poisoned.
— The dragons do their job honestly.
- ...Or you can get into your car and drive away. - And why is this suddenly? - Because there are paths that it is better not to take. Previously, these were on the maps. Now they don't celebrate. But that doesn't mean there aren't dragons there.
— Dragons have a sense of humor. But it doesn't look like ours.
A downed dragon is a dead dragon.
—Dragons can fall in love, but their love is worse than their hatred.
Dragons playing Dragons are the most dangerous.
— Dragons have their own pride.
Being a dragon is a way of survival. Evil cannot be a mistake; it is beyond chance. It is at the core of a person, in his soul. And if you admit this, then you become a dragon. And for the dragon there is no longer evil, there is no... opposite concept. The dragon can act as he pleases - he does not become either evil or... different.
— Dragons are very similar to our friends. But this is just a coincidence.
“I am from the blood of the dragon,” she thought. “If they are monsters, then so am I.”
“It is useless to poison dragons: any poison is medicine for them.”
Dragons in love may discover new talents. And close the old ones.
—Dragons love greenery. Grass, bushes, trees... Lettuce, parsley... Dollars...
- Did he vomit stones? - These are not stones. Your dragon has laid eggs. “But dragon boys don’t lay eggs.” - Yes, your dragon boy turned out to be a dragon girl.
“Dragons cry too.”
If a person has ever seen a dragon in flight at least once in his life, let him stay at home and cultivate his garden, - some author once wrote, - because there is no greater miracle in this world.
— Among the Dragons there are professional psychologists!
The snail leaves a trail of mucus behind, but a little mucus can't hurt a person... but if you're dancing with dragons, expect burns.
“It’s no use pitting dragons against each other.” They know how to quickly negotiate and then it is even more difficult to control them.
Having fallen asleep on dragon treasures with greedy, dragon thoughts in his soul, he himself became a dragon
- Dragons scold - they just amuse themselves.
Aerion is a real monster. Considers himself a dragon in human form. That’s why he attacked these puppeteers. It's a pity he wasn't born Fossoway - then he would have considered himself an apple, and it would have been much easier for everyone.
— Dragons love to talk about their feelings and regularly use “I-messages.”
- I can protect him. -Who will protect him from you?
-Dragons are talkative. Even the most silent ones.
“According to the prophecy, evil will once again take over the earth with the help of the dragon’s heart.” - Evil? With Drake's help? No, it's not that dragon. “You don’t have to be cruel to become an instrument of evil.” Drake is naive.
— Dragons sometimes write long and detailed essays on various topics.
Unfamiliar knights sometimes visited the Princess in the cave, but they paid more attention not to her, but to the Dragon. This is understandable - Princesses are a dime a dozen, and the Dragon is a rare and beautiful beast.
— Dragons love to talk about justice.
Remain at least a little bit of a child at heart. Let the years not be an obstacle. Remember with warmth those magical days, When all the puddles seemed like the sea. When everyone, a little like Gulliver, built an entire fleet out of paper. When a knight fought a dragon for peace in the kingdom of the yard dog. When everything was simple, and hundreds of fun, When a friend always lived next door. When mountains of sweets and colicky laughter meant a happy childhood. Take care of these sparks of goodness within yourself. And it doesn't matter what happens to you. Don't throw your dream into the bottom drawer of your desk, because you will need it later. To uncover
— Many Dragons love to write poetry, but most often they are graphomaniacs.
They say that there are no miracles left in the world, that there is no longer a single unicorn, not a single dragon, and the dryads and elves have sunk into the distant past. Sometimes I myself believe in the disappearance of all this. But then I remember my childhood, like now, and everything again seems two-sided, like a wizard’s hat - reality and fairy tale. Just everyday life makes us believe that life has one layer.
“Dragons believe that all their actions are non-violent.
Fairy tales are more than true, not because they tell us about the existence of dragons, but because they tell us that dragons can be defeated.
- Revenge on the Dragon is sweet! But his retaliatory revenge is always sour or bitter, it has to be washed down with water...
If there is a Devil in the world, then he is not a goat-footed stag, but a Dragon with three heads - and these heads are: Cunning, Greed, Betrayal - and if one bites a person, then the other two will eat him to the ground.
“Dragons get cold sometimes.”
People believe anything but the truth. Show them even a centaur, even a mermaid, and they’ll blame it on genetic deformity and that’s all. Dragons were killed off in the Middle Ages, but now they say it’s a myth.
— Many Dragons do not like themselves, but they really love their scales.
Sometimes the queen has to make a choice: a castle with a white knight or an adventure with a dark prince? As a result, the queen understands that the dark prince has one thing on his mind and it is not the extermination of dragons.
“Dragons are terribly impatient.” And they have incredible patience.
It's always like this. How stupid this is! When we spoil and distort our own lives, having glutted ourselves with prosperity, we attribute our misfortunes to the sun, moon and stars. One might, however, think that we are fools by the will of heaven, swindlers, thieves and traitors - due to atmospheric influences, drunkards, liars and debauchees - under the irresistible influence of the planets. We have supernatural explanations to justify everything bad. A magnificent subterfuge of human promiscuity - to blame all your guilt on the stars! The father played pranks with the mother under the constellation Draco. I was born under the sign of Ursa Major. It follows that I must be rude and depraved. What nonsense! I am what I am, and would be the same if the most chaste star twinkled over my cradle reveal
— Dragons know how to love. Dragons know how to truly love! Do you know what true love is... ...Dragon? If not, then you may be in luck.
-What do you know about dragons? - What? Nothing. - Seriously! - Well, it's not the Loch Ness Monster, Dean. Dragons don't exist. — Make a couple of calls — Who? To Hogwarts?
- The Dragon's love never has anything to do with his hatred. They never turn into each other. And they can exist in parallel without interfering with each other.
Fairy tales do not tell children that there are dragons - children themselves know about it. Fairy tales say that dragons can be killed.
— Dragon's love always requires passion and every second tension. It is incompatible with habit. Habit and contentment turn the love of Dragons into a completely different feeling. Or she just dies. And sometimes it would be better if she just died...
Not the real man who fights the dragon for you, but the one who stays with you when you are the dragon.
— Smart Dragons know how to control their love, but wise Dragons have love that controls them.
Hey kid, run! It's Yennefer! Storm of dragons. And witchers. In any case, one witcher. That's for sure.
— For the Dragon, love, like many other things, is hard and continuous work. Sometimes the Dragon in love feels that this work tires him so much that he is unable to do anything more. This happens even to the most hardworking Dragons.
I am happy with little and I know the law: Where there is a rose, there is a thorn, and where there is a treasure, there is a dragon!
— Dragon’s love, as a rule, does not contain any impurities and has nothing in common with such forms of pseudo-love as: — a momentary desire to receive personal pleasure, — the desire to obtain an object for permanent possession, — falling in love with one’s own feeling, — love for a fictional image (to the “shadow”) of the object.
- Damn it, Harry, you kill dragons! If you can't invite girls, you know, it's easier to kill dragons.
— The tenderness of Dragons is directly related to their love, but is not always associated with their falling in love. However, so is their rage.
He who lives under the roof of the Almighty, who rests in the shadow of the God of heaven, will say to the Lord: “You are my protection, my refuge. I trust in you." And he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the destructive plague. A thousand will fall at your side and ten thousand will be at your right hand, but they will not come near you. For he will command his angels to guard you on all your paths, and they will carry you in their arms, He will overshadow you with his feathers and you will be safe under his wings, A shield and a fence is his truth. You will only look with your eyes and see the retribution of the wicked. You will step on the asp and basilisk; You will trample on the lion and the dragon.
— Dragons don’t know how to talk about love. And they never do this. But there are exceptions... And sometimes you wish that these exceptions did not exist.
I will give you flowers, My soul desires it. They are of heavenly beauty, Behind them my dragon flies. They are like dreams, into which the door is open. I will give you flowers With the breath of a loving heart.
— Dragons in love feed on dreams. And that’s why they often get poisoned.
If there is a devil on earth, then it is not a goat-legged stag, but a three-headed dragon, and these heads are cowardice, greed and betrayal. If one bites a person, then the rest will eat him completely.
— Dragons in love who really want to find Love always go through the stages of Death and Rebirth.
Run from glory, run from shame, You are now a dragon, now a snake, Transform with time, Never want to be anyone, Be it above, then below, Consent is your measure.
- Many Dragons in love study problems of psychology, gender and character. And this often does not benefit them. But it can benefit psychology itself...
Every person has a guardian angel who protects him. And we don’t know what form he can take. Today he is an old man. Tomorrow - a young girl. Don't let its appearance confuse you. An angel is fiercer than any dragon. But not in battle, but in attempts to reach us and remind us who we really are. For only we ourselves have complete power over the world that we create around us.
— The object of the Dragon’s love may not guess anything for a long time. But if he does, he may lose his sense of proportion out of horror.
Hmmm... The dragons are gone... Only the princes remain... on half-dead lame horses...
- Dragons in love hate pity - both for themselves and for others.
Knowledgeable people understand how reckless it is to pester a soft and quiet Man... While boors walk Their little dragons every day, his dragon Sleeps and gains strength, accumulating resentment.
- Dragon's love is as short as eternity.
I look at the drawing. Looks like a dragon. There is a horn on the large head, and from it along the long neck and back to the tip of the tail there is a jagged ridge. Legs. You can't call them paws. Thick as an elephant, apparently even with hooves. Introduced? And - wings. Thin, light, transparent dragonfly wings.
- In their normal state, almost all Dragons are very serious. They claim that they do not like games, that they do not play games, and that any games are incompatible with their natural seriousness. And this is the biggest game that Dragons play without stopping...
-Remember - those whom you create with your imagination, those whose fate you determine with your thoughts - this is your mirror. If you want to see yourself from the outside, create a dragon inside yourself. Anyone who gives him malice and hatred will put his own darkness into the dragon. The one who endows him with wisdom and love is noble.
— Some Dragons prefer gender games.
-There is a dragon in every person. Big or small, sleeping or unfolding in all its glory. A reflection of the human soul: what is unusual, magical, individual about it. The ignorant and bigots are demanding that this dragon be killed. They say the dragon is evil. That the dragon is a fruitless dream. They are lying. But one day a man can’t stand it and decides to kill his dragon and make his life easier. If he succeeds, the whole universe dies along with the dragon. And a person becomes an empty vessel, a shadow, a ruin...
- Many Dragons like to play at insanity, schizophrenia, paranoia or MDP (manic-depressive psychosis).
Don't kill your dragons. You will die with them.
- And many Dragons play doctors and sages.
-Once upon a time, people came up with the image of a dragon, endowing it with various properties: wisdom, magical powers, friendliness or hostility. Dragons, creations of human thought, are to some extent indebted to people. But people are also responsible to those they created. By endowing dragons with dark qualities and denying them, a person closes the door to wisdom. Together with the dragon, he kills his imagination, fantasies and dreams - perhaps the best side of human nature.
To kill a dragon, you need to give birth to it. And become a dragon yourself.
-A true dragon favors wisdom and condemns stupidity. Respects the thirst for knowledge and despises superstition. He may have magical powers, but he firmly knows that the world is beautiful without magic.
“I am from the blood of the dragon,” she thought. “If they are monsters, then so am I.”
-For a dragon to see the sky, it must descend to the ground. To become better, a person needs to realize the imperfection of his nature.
While your dragons were small, they were a miracle. Having grown up, they are death and destruction, a fiery sword raised above the world.
-The dragon helps people not because he feels an obligation to them. This is his duty to the world - noble people bring harmony to the world.
If a person has ever seen a dragon in flight at least once in his life, let him stay at home and cultivate his garden, - some author once wrote, - because there is no greater miracle in this world.
-There are two ways of knowing: by studying the world outside, draw conclusions about your own nature, or, studying yourself, draw conclusions about the world. The second method is not only selfish, it threatens big mistakes. The world is incomparably more complex than the wisest person. For many phenomena there are no and cannot be analogues in the human soul. The one who chooses the second method lives not in the world, but in the tight shell of his “I”
Our dragon did not eat people on principle - he considered them unhealthy due to the high content of alcohol, nicotine and cholesterol.
— Dragons playing Dragons are the most dangerous!
Dragons in love may discover new talents. And close the old ones.
— Some Dragons prefer to play prophets, but they are not good at it in their own homeland.
Dragons playing Dragons are the most dangerous.
Quotes on the topic "Dragons"
Persuasion
- Dracooooon!!! Come out! Fight me and die!!! The dragon reluctantly crawled out of the cave and looked the knight threatening him from head to toe. Small, too small even for a gnome. A brightly painted shield: a pink butterfly on a background of a blue flower. The dragon could not remember which house this coat of arms belonged to. The armor is somehow strange; from the side, where the breastplate is slightly torn and bent, it is clear that it is not made of metal at all, but rather of painted cardboard. On the head is a plume that drags along the ground due to the warrior’s short stature. In his hands is a sword... wooden. - Who are you? - the dragon asked in surprise. - I am a great warrior! Come out! Fight me! - the knight squeaked. The dragon narrowed his eyes, suspecting something, approached, carefully took the helmet by the ridge with two claws and lifted it up. - Girl? - He recoiled in fear from the blond creature. - Doesn't matter! - the knight muttered angrily, snatching his helmet from the dragon. - Fight and die! - But... why?.. You’re a girl! - And you are a dragon! - Yes... but... The girl growled menacingly and poked her opponent in the stomach with a wooden sword. -What are you doing? - he was surprised. “I want you,” she continued to draw attention to the beast’s scaly armor, “to kill you!” “Hmm...” the dragon thoughtfully put a finger to his cheek. - Kill... Uh-huh... Why? - What. Here. Unclear?! - she said, barely catching her breath, but without leaving her occupation. - I am a princess! You are a dragon! I must fight you! “Nooo,” the dragon stretched its ominous mouth in a condescending smile, “you just got everything mixed up, girl.” These are princes and knights fighting dragons. And princesses,” he explained with a slight dreaminess, “princesses are for beauty.” They sit in the tower, in captivity, sing, embroider. They cry sometimes. Well, they wait... Until the prince or knight frees them. Didn't your nannies teach you this? - I know this! - the girl grumbled, changing tactics - now she did not chop the dragon’s stomach, but pricked the fingers of its hind limbs. “Oh, that tickles...” the dragon chuckled nervously. He thought for a moment, then bent down, exposing his nose to the warrior, “Listen, girl, can you chop it here?” — His nose had been itching since yesterday evening, and the dragon found it uncomfortable to scratch it. The girl immediately switched to a new object. The dragon rolled his eyes with pleasure and purred. “Well, if you know everything,” the beast continued to reason, “why are you trying to kill me then?” “I don’t want to…” the princess shouted, accompanying each syllable with a furious blow. - I don’t want to be saved! I don’t want that mischievous Prince Nick to come after me! - What is its harm? - asked the dragon, his only concern now was to have his nose scratched longer. - In everything! He pulls my hair and sticks out his tongue! And if you kidnap me and he saves me, you’ll have to marry him! I'll chop you into pieces! “So that’s why you decided to kill me?” - That's why! - You people are strange creatures. No, just to come to an agreement...” the dragon grumbled, and the princess suddenly stopped. “Well...” the beast fidgeted, sticking its nose out, wanting more. - Rub it! “Agree?..” the girl repeated in surprise, apparently this idea had never occurred to her before. “Well, yes,” the dragon sighed, standing up, “there will be no more scratching of his nose.” - Talk calmly, like civilized beings, come to an agreement. - Can you? — the girl squinted in disbelief. - I can do it. I'm not some kind of person. So, let's negotiate. You don't kill me, and I don't kidnap you. Fine? The girl lowered the wooden sword and scratched the back of her head. - What about the guarantee? - The dragon's word of honor! - Can you be trusted? - Certainly! I'm not some kind of prince! An agreement? “Okay... An agreement,” and the princess, taking her luxurious helmet, sword, and beautiful shield, picking flowers along the way, left.
Three years later.
- Dracoooooon! Come out! The dragon reluctantly crawled out of the cave. The princess who came to him was difficult to recognize, especially without a helmet, armor and plume, but the dragon, in addition to sight, smell and hearing, also has magical tools for personal identification. - What? Have you come to kill me again? - he asked grumpily. - No. But our agreement...” the princess folded her arms over her chest and furrowed her eyebrows, looking somewhere past the dragon. - In short, I changed my mind... Kidnap me! - What is it? - he snorted. “You people are nothing but fickle.” Now, does that mean you want to be kidnapped? - Yes. - And for what? - That evil prince Nick said he would never marry. And if you kidnap me and he saves me, then he WILL have to do it! “That is...” the dragon perfectly remembered their previous conversation, because creatures like him have an excellent memory, “at first you wanted not to be kidnapped, so that he would not have to marry you.” And now you want to be kidnapped so that he has to marry?.. - Yes! It was a rash decision. I was small and stupid. And now, I’m already an adult and smart! - And that means you want to get married? - Yes. You can't let that mischievous Prince Nick do whatever he wants. - And how old are you now? - A lot of! As many as ten! - Well, yes... A lot... And how much for harmful Nick? - Eleven! “You know, it seems to me,” the dragon thoughtfully rubbed his chin, “that he is still too small.” No, you are, of course, mature and smart. But he... I’m afraid he’s still small and stupid. - You are sure? - Yes, I heard that boys mature later than girls. - And now what i can do? - Let's wait ten years. In exactly ten years I will kidnap you, and he will have to save you. Fine? — Is ten years a long time? The dragon thought. One day he slept for ten years in a row, then came out of the cave and saw that nothing had changed around him. - No, not long at all. An agreement? - Well, okay... Agreement - The princess turned away and ran towards her castle, picking flowers along the way. - Hey! Princess! - the dragon shouted after her. - What? “Did you, by any chance, grab your sword?” - No. - It’s a pity... Because my nose itches so much...
Five years later.
- Drakoon! Come out!!! The dragon woke up, looked around in fright, had difficulty understanding where he was, and finally crawled out. - So what happened? Has it already been ten years? - No! - Don't tell me you've changed your mind. - I have changed my mind! - But why?! — the dragon could not understand such inconstancy at all. “That’s what I want to say: don’t kidnap me!” - So that the harmful prince Nick doesn’t have to marry you? - Yes! The dragon sighed noisily and lay down on the ground, resting his head on his folded front paws. - Well, spit it out. - I don't like Nick anymore. I like Michael. - Is this also a bad prince? - No. Yes. - A prince, but not harmful? - Yes! - Well, let him save you and marry you. Why cancel the kidnapping? “He won’t be able to,” the princess sniffled. - He doesn't like to fight. He is a pacifist and advocates for rare animals, especially dragons. - ABOUT! I'm starting to like this Michael too. And Nick? “And Nick says we have to fight dragons.” - Got it. “If I promise not to kidnap you, won’t you change your mind?” - Of course not! My decision is firm,” she kicked some cobblestone with the toe of her shoe, “like a rock!” - Great. Because if you change your mind, I'll make you scratch my nose! - said the dragon, then thought and added: - And behind the ear. And under the chin. And... - Do you have fleas? - No! — the dragon was embarrassed. - That's good. An agreement? - Agreement.
Three years later
- Dracooon! Come out!!! - Whaaaat?! Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!! - the dragon howled, without getting out of the cave. - Get ready! - shouted a familiar, albeit matured voice. - I'm kidnapping you! In surprise, the dragon jumped out like a bullet. - No, girl, you got everything mixed up! Princesses don't kidnap dragons! - the dragon objected irritably and a little anxiously - until that day no one had threatened to kidnap him. You never know... “We’ll have to,” she sighed, looking at the beast from all sides, as if looking for something to grab onto. - It will be better if you go yourself! - she finally concluded. - There was no such agreement! - Well, that means it will be! - What about our previous agreements? And anyway, why did you need this? It should be noted that no one has ever thought of this before. “Michael,” the princess sighed. “He said that his lifelong dream was to study a living dragon.” But he will never dare to catch him. - So what now? - the dragon was indignant. - How does it concern you? And most importantly, what do I have to do with it? The girl shrugged. “He also said that he wouldn’t get married until he fulfilled his lifelong dream.” And you?.. You are just a victim of circumstances. - Wow! - the dragon whistled. “What if this victim of circumstances devours right now the bride of this cowardly, like a hare, but impudent, like a hedgehog, Michael?!” - What?! — The princess’s eyes widened and sparkled unkindly. - What kind of bride?! Has he already found a bride?! Ah well! “Well... I meant you,” the dragon lost his temper from such an outburst of anger. “Ahh...” the girl became sad again. - Me not. I'm not a bride. - Then what's the point? What if he doesn't appreciate it? Are you going to kidnap a huge fire-breathing monster and risk your life for someone who hasn’t even proposed to you yet? - Well, what if he sits there and that’s it! He reads his smart books! He's crazy about dragons! But he doesn’t notice me point blank! - And Nick? - What Nick? - Well, there was also the mischievous Prince Nick. Where did he go? “Ah,” the princess waved her hand, “Nick is Nick.” I do not need him. - You know what, princess. Of course, I could incinerate you or, there, devour you. Well, or lock him in the tower. But since you are coming to me for the fourth time, and you are already like family to me, I will help you, so be it. So, let’s do it this way, you bring this Michael of yours here, and I allow him to watch me, in his natural habitat, so to speak. It’s good for you, and there’s no risk. An agreement? - Agreement! - the princess beamed.
One year later.
“Dragon...” he heard a quiet voice in the cave under his ear. - Move over... The dragon opened one eye: - Am I dreaming about you? - No. The dragon closed his eye. - Well?.. - I came, here... I’ll live with you. - Why? - I'm tired of all these princes. It's calmer with you. - So it turns out I kidnapped you? - asked the dragon. - No. In no case. I came myself. And look, keep quiet, I’m here! Otherwise, the unfortunate saviors will appear. - Don’t you want to get married anymore? - Nope. “You’ll change your mind in a year or two anyway.” The princess remained silent. - Aren’t you afraid? - No. - Do you trust me? “Of course, you’re not a man or some kind of prince...” This time the dragon opened both eyes and looked carefully at the girl clinging to his big side. - What? - she muttered. He laid his head on the floor of the cave. - Nothing. Scratch your nose.
