Quotes from Serena Valentino

To die, one must first have been alive. And the Beast could finally say that by finding love, he had lived.

The words wounded deeper than the bruises and the scars from any physical pain he inflicted on me. At least those wounds healed.

I cannot live in fear of losing him, for fear of not living my life at all.

She honestly didn't know what was worse: living her life in the dream world, or living in a world where everyone lied to her.

Well, well, my dear. Are we so brokenhearted as that? Is the loss of that terrible prince really worth your life?

So many books to read and worlds to escape into, so much history to learn. No matter what was happening, no matter how distressing it was, all she had to do was go to the library and it would all be well in her world

Magic Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?

The old queen had failed them so miserably... She was such a bitter disappointment. But Ursula was different. There was no one to distract her, no one for her to love. She was alone in the world, alone in her grief, and alone with her pain. No, she wouldn't disappoint them. Unlike the old queen, Ursula would be able to fill her heart with hate.

How do you honor a witch who betrayed you?

It was strange having so much knowledge at once and having so little power to direct her own fate. But she listened, she watched, and she learned.

We will be different people after tonight. Different versions of ourselves.

In the end, everything isn't always as black-and-white as the markings on a Dalmatian puppy. Even for an evil thing like Cruella De Vil.

Christmastime was always my favorite time of year. It did something to me. It made me softer. More kindhearted. Not an affliction I fall prey to lately. But back then I loved the days leading up to Christmas almost as much as I loved the day itself.

To die, one must have first been alive. And the Beast could finally say that by finding love, he had lived.

Sometimes we create images of the people we love and hate in our minds, and those images override what we see with our eyes, even when they are right in front of us. Even if we've imagined them to be monsters, to see them as they truly are with our eyes and our hearts is sometimes shocking.

his enemies would make him suffer even more for the pain he had caused so many before he became a beast.

You have to watch our for the quiet ones. Take some advice from me. The quiet observant girls are the deadliest.

It had become quite clear to me that I gated being told what to do. I wanted to be independent.

His eyes looked cruel, piercing, almost like those of a wolf seeking his prey, and his mouth looked thinner, more sinister than it had looked before.

We're not here to discuss Maleficent! Her story is too long and complicated to debate in the time we have left...

Countless stories like this have been told over the years, and how do they end? Always in misery for the wicked queen or witch, always with death. And always she was wronged in some way, by something or some person who set her on this path.

What sort of woman would do that—give up her life so easily, sacrificing her freedom for her father's? The Beast wondered if he was capable of such a sacrifice. He wondered if he was capable of love.

Hate—true hate—wasn't just conjured; it was birthed.

So what if she was more interested in reading about princesses than being one herself?