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1 " This is m-me.” I indicated the lonely track.“Really? What’s up there?” He peered over my shoulder in genuine curiosity. “Is there a house up there? You’re not a sylph or something that really does live wild, are you? "
― J.A. Ironside , I Belong to the Earth (Unveiled, #1)
2 " Sylph and Jodi return to my side, each carrying a cloth sack full of chickweed. I wrap my arm around Sylph's waist and give her a quick squeeze. " Lesson's over for today. I have something to discuss with Logan." " Sounds serious." Jodi wiggles her brows at me." I think that's just Rachel for 'I need to go kiss my boy.'" Sylph laughs when I glare at her. "
3 " An intellectual is usually someone who isn't exactly distinguished by his intellect," Corelli asserted. " he claims that label to compensate for his inadequacies. It's as old as that saying : " Tell me what you boast of and I'll tell you what you lack. Our daily bread. The incompetent always present themselves as experts, the cruel as pious, sinners as devout, usurers as benefactors, the small-minded as patriots, the arrogant as humble, the vulgar as elegant, and the feeble-minded as intellectual. Once again, it's all the work of nature. Far from being the sylph to whom poets sing, nature is a cruel, voracious mother who needs to feed on the creatures she gives birth to in order to stay alive. "
4 " The sylph is a fragment of the earth's soul in faery form. "
― Brian Froud , Brian Froud's World of Faerie
5 " Oh, she was okay, just tired, tired of trying to be the one you wanted, the one you couldn't live without, the one you found yourself reaching out an arm for as she teetered from crisis to crisis to crisis only to collapse in your bed at the end of the day, a tortured sylph in black lace. Except she never really was. And you never really did. Or maybe you did for one night. The next night was another matter. It turned out the world was filled with beautiful girls. It turned out being beautiful wasn't nearly enough "
― Lucinda Rosenfeld , What She Saw...
6 " ...you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me... "
― , A Familiar Rain