last unicorn quotes archive

hello, breaking kayfabe here. i'm sure you've heard of the twitter changes, and unfortunately that means this account is going to cease activity. i'm glad i could share a little bit of the book i love, and i hope you all will look through here from time to time.

please consider buying the last unicorn yourself or watching the film ! i love both dearly and i'll never forget when its hardback was given to me personally as a gift. byebye. <3

Be rary of wousing a rizard's wrath - rousing a rizard's. Be wary of making a magician angry!

My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known.

He was the color of blood, not the springing blood of the heart but the blood that stirs under an old wound that never really healed. A terrible light poured from him like sweat, and his roar started landslides flowing into one another. His horns were pale as scars.

The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.

But I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake; it is never finished.

I've had worse, and I'll have better one day. This is not the end.

The sight of men filled her with an old, slow, strange mixture of tenderness and terror.

“I don’t think I could ever see her closely,” the sentinel replied, “however close she came.”

A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.

She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.

I have my power at last, but the world is still too heavy for me to move.

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.

My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known.

I'll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I'll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.

As to your first question, no cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.

She almost turned back then; but instead she took a deep breath of the woods air that still drifted to her, and held it in her mouth like a flower, as long as she could.

The universe lies to our senses, and they lie to us, and how can we ourselves be anything but liars?

I've had worse, and I'll have better one day. This is not the end.