Quotes from Serena Valentino

You'll soon learn most of our stories are quite the same, James. I'm sure you'll find all of us are either running away from or running to something.

You're running toward your fate, a better life, and you still have it all before you. You get to choose the sort of man you want to be. It's your choice, James, no one else's.

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

Por qué una joven necesita que un hombre la salve? ¿Por qué no puede una princesa luchar por su propia vida, romper su propia maldición? ¿Por qué debe haber siempre un príncipe? Por Hades, quiero matar al príncipe Phillip por una cuestión de principios, para que no tengamos otra vez a un príncipe que besa a una chica durmiente indefensa y que luego ella sienta que tiene que casarse con él para darle las gracias.

proper marrying age, and I would not see her

Suddenly, a brilliant burst of green light shot up from the highest tower, warning every nearby creature that Maleficent was in a terrible rage.

I only wish I could describe it more accurately, because it's not the design I'm trying to describe as much as the feeling it evokes when I think of it. A sense of home how does one describe that?

She seemed to love beautiful, delicate things, and I wondered if she had lived, would she have loved me, too, ugly as I was?

But she was different now, wasn't she? Stronger, bolder, and indeed more worldly.

But I'd course, isn't it always the case that the higher you fly, the farther you fall?

All of this probably sounds foolish (...) unless you have fallen in love. If you have been lucky enough to have love hit you like a lightning bolt then you don't need any convincing.

a lovely little creature of three or four with a joyous bounce in her step and an inextinguishable sparkle of happiness twinkling in her eyes.

I think it was because no one loved her." "Why?" asked the child. "Because she didn't love herself. She feared rejection because she was so unlike anyone she'd ever known. She was so full of fear that she sequestered herself away.

My ghosts weren't ghosts anymore. They were people and they loved me. Anita was right. They were my family.

Don't let yourselves get caught up in someone else's story. Stick to your own tale, my darlings. Write your own ending if you need to.

Don't forget, Beast, true love, both given and received, before the last petal falls.

Each time he returned from battle he was a little less himself—and a little bit more at the same time. The experience seemed to both harrow his soul and enrich his understanding of the evils the world held.

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

please calm down! I'm getting the tea! Every conversation is better over tea!

Gaston, the prince of Buttchinland, trying to take his Circe away!

Distinguish yourself. [Mama] wanted me to be more like her. But Papa had always wanted me to be my own woman. He wanted me to distinguish myself from my mother.

He was beautiful, but even more so in his formal attire, with his dark hair and pale eyes. His glistening sword hung at his side, and his tall boots shined in the candlelight.

No," said James with a smile. "But I am the pirate from my story.

She smiled again, taking one last look at the Prince and Belle dancing in the great hall before wiping their image from the enchanted mirror, leaving them to live and love happily ever after.