Tale Quotes
Follow the sincerity of your heart, it will always lead you on the right path" Cinderella in Focus: Cindy's Secret
He threw the knife at Karian’s face, deliberately catching his temple. “Sons of Kings shouldn’t play with sharp toys.
She crossed her legs and kicked out her feet, clad in thick wool socks and boots big enough to house a little old lady.
No m’lord. It wouldn’t be a secret army if we had seen it. My squire, who has not had the opportunity to be clearly informed about the presence of a secret army, has been ignorant of its existence.
The hours wear on, while the surreal atmosphere of the asylum does not wear off.
Have I..." I venture, terrified of the potential answer. "Have I gone mad?" "No, no, no." She says. "Okay, oui, peut-être, that depends. Maybe you have gone a little mad, and only for a little spell.
There is nothing so nice as supposing. It's almost like being a fairy. If you suppose anything hard enough it seems as if it were real.
Rap un zeal' Demon within. I might as well put up a giant 'Come and Get Eaten' sign for the good those warning runes do.
I do the same with my books...Nothing like a good argument in the margins with someone who's already said all they have to say on the subject.
An old childhood playmate once told me ‘second guessing every step prevents any forward momentum. Trust yourself. Forgive yourself. And move on.
She was tasked with guarding the doorway to the Otherworld, keeping the balance of nature (as much as anyone could in these modern times), and occasionally, helping a worthy seeker.
A Baba Yaga never breaks a promise. Legs, yes. Hearts, occasionally. But never a promise.
An unrested mind is prone to wander into unfruitful avenues
In fairy tales the evil characters disappear or die, in reality, evil spreads while you wait for your hero on a horse, only to realise the sword to save yourself was always in your hand...
Some people are lucky to find love, others must settle with being liked...
I’m Detective Piper of the Fairyland Metro Police, and I've been called in to investigate the incident of the missing frog prince…
I thought I would die without you, in reality I was reborn...
Even the Sun gets tired of rising, but he does it out of love for the Earth...
Live for what you love, and die for what you're unwilling to live without...
We search for happiness across every landscape, if only we knew that the seed in which it first grows, is planted within ourselves...
When fiction has become reality, life may turn into a fairy tale or a firestorm. Tina, time has come to pull up one’s socks and start relearning and reassessing living. ("Another empty room")
Believe it. The world isn't all fairy tales and pixie dust. You need to grow up and face reality.
I fell in love with you like the stars fell in love with the sky, without you I am empty and bare.
Once upon a time, he might’ve chased her and tumbled her in the sheets with the promise of more in the future.
Can a man change the stars?" "Yes William. If he believes enough, a man can do anything!
A soul wound doesn't grow a new layer of normality overnight" Cinderella in Focus: Cindy'Secret
- You may always talk to me, honey... - Started suddenly bright white moon. - The stars are too young to give you a wise advice, yet.
I have to believe it’s right to be a warm voice, a companion if I can be, as soon as ever I find a friend.
I have had you in my life for so long, I want to know when the dream ends and the fairy-tale begins...
Father once said the real language of diplomacy was in the space between words.
Where are we going?" I asked. "The main road leads to all of the major kingdoms.""Not all of them, " said Amar.
Then I shall bid thee goodnight, my dear. Sweet pixies watch over the dusty moonlight of your dreams, Jessameine.
Without your own inner beast tamed ye can never tame the wild ones around ye!
Should she slam his head into the bar or toss her beer on him? Damn shame to waste good beer.
As in most fairy tales, there's a prince and a princess, dragons and some magic, and the feeling it gives you that anything is possible if we could stay this way forever.
The implication of this particular tale is: Trust strangers. Believe in magic.
Everyone knew you shouldn't go biting into fruit offered to you by magical creatures in the woods, even if you'd thought until just five minutes ago that such stories were, you know, only stories.
Fairytales have rules. We may never understand them but they've been hammered into our heads since infancy. Eventually, even the rebels conform.
Once upon a time--which, when you come to think of it, is reallythe only proper way to begin a story--the only way that reallysmacks of romance and fairyland--
…it struck Mr. Jelliby that a wide-eyed faery was not a surprised faery. It was an angry, angry faery.
You're the Baba Yaga?" He gazed at her in disbelief. "But the Baba Yaga is an ugly old crone, and you're, you're... not!
Something tells me this isn't going to end well for everyone involved. Someone may get turned into a frog yet." And that was the good news.
Magic isn’t something that can be explained: it simply is. It takes while it gives. So” – the spinner steps closer, his outstretched hand demanding – “I have given you magic, and now it must be paid.