The Last Unicorn: Memorable Quotes and Lines

You may call me simply Unicorn. Men have done so for ages.

I am the last unicorn, and now I am immortal. But if there is one, there may be others.

There is magic in the mishaps of men, in the debris of every day.

Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed.

It is rare for people to be asked the question which puts them squarely in front of themselves.

Every butterfly is a word spoken by the unicorn, and every lightning bug recalls the memory of a star.

Unicorn I am, unicorn I shall be, it lies not in my will.

It is not for you to decide how I shall live or die.

We are not always what we might wish to be. We are, however, always what we choose to be.

All I want is to look at a living unicorn, to connect with that magical, wondrous creature of myth and dream.

Only an innocent or a fool could be hopeful enough to talk to a dead unicorn, but hope itself is a kind of foolish innocence.

We are each our own form of magic, born with the power to entrance or repel others.

Your world is not the only one there is. There are many, each created and uncreated in the same breath.

To regret one?s own experiences is to arrest one?s own development.

The world is not altered by appearances but by the way one chooses to see it.

Being a unicorn isn?t about being real, it?s about being really magical.

When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.

To every legend, there is a yesteryear full of history and research.

I know that unicorns, like human beings, are born and die, but remain alive forever.

A unicorn is not a horse. It is not an animal at all but a spirit.

Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better? But because I knew you, I have been changed for good.

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

That’s all I’ve ever known. But she came to me, and I know her: the last.

I am the only unicorn there is? The last?

I will not be the last. I cannot stand it to be the last.

This is the way that it was, so it will be again.

He touched her horn then, and the thrill of it ran through them both.

What have you done? Where is the unicorn?

Real magic can never be made by offering someone else’s liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.

Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed.

I can feel this body dying all around me.

I know you. I know you. I know you.

We are two sides of the same magic.

You are the last. The last check. The last voice.

Fear can only be conquered by facing it.

I will try to go home again.

It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is.

There has never been a time without unicorns. We live forever! We are as old as the sky, old as the moon!

In the distance, the unicorn said quietly, ‘She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.’?

Why must I ‘know’ you? You took my forest. You took my…my dreams.

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

You must never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention.

Do not boast old woman, your death sits in that cage and hears you.

There has never been a time without unicorns. We live forever! We are as old as the sky, old as the moon!

They are gone, the old ones. The time when all things knew each other seems to be past.

You may kill a fire, and everything you know falls to dust and ash. Yet the remarkable treasure in the sky burns your hand as this does.

Never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.

But I suppose it would be asking too much to have you remember me as a noble fighter and a good friend, as I was in my better days.

It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is.

There are no happy endings because nothing ends.

I have been mortal and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, although I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I do. I regret.

No cat out of its first fur was ever deceived by appearances, unlike human beings, who seem to enjoy it.

It is said that love can make a poet out of anyone. But if the power of creating poetry is taken away from a lover, everything about him seems dull and useless.

I will not be the last.