Elvis is the soul of discretion. — Kathy Bryson
Elvis is the soul of discretion. — Kathy Bryson
Elvis is the soul of discretion. — Kathy Bryson
Elvis is the soul of discretion. — Kathy Bryson
Elvis is the soul of discretion. — Kathy Bryson
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Elvis is the soul of discretion.

— Kathy Bryson
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More “Fairies” Quotes

We need to get to the other side of the lake if you want to help the fairies,” said Mikolay.We could use my crystal ball — Magda M. Olchawska, Mikolay and Julia Meet the Fairies
We live in the fairy forest of huge trees which is on the other side of the lake, said Farina. — Magda M. Olchawska, Mikolay and Julia Meet the Fairies
When Mikolay and Julia are not at school, they usually go exploring and adventuring. Mikolay’s and Julia’s mummies are b — Magda M. Olchawska, Mikolay and Julia Meet the Fairies
Come on, this is a real adventure I have here, screamed Mikolay again, this time more impatiently.I think someone is sin — Magda M. Olchawska, Mikolay and Julia Meet the Fairies
Few humans see fairies or hear their music, but many find fairy rings of dark grass, scattered with toadstools, left by — Judy Allen, Fantasy Encyclopedia
This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the f — Neil Gaiman, The Books of Magic
Our readers are curious, creative, and compassionate fairy punks who are citizens of the world. — Quail Bell Magazine
You worked at night, when the shadows masked you and you were little more than a dream. You hid in the forest or the mou — F.D. Lee, The Fairy's Tale
Again, if there are really no fairies, why do people believe in them, all over the world? The ancient Greeks believed, s — Andrew Lang, The Yellow Fairy Book
For, from the time that the Bishop of Rome had gotten to be acknowledged for bishop universal, by pretence of succession — Thomas Hobbes, Leviathan
I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is. — L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
That night, I fell into a deep, travel-weary sleep, lulled by the familiar sound of the waterfall beyond the window. I d — Hazel Gaynor, The Cottingley Secret