Quotes from Jennifer Donnelly

But life isn't a fairy tale, Belle.

Wounds can heal if you pull the thorns out," she said. "For some, perhaps

I'm still kissing her…

Ella estuvo allí. Formó parte de todo aquello. Vio la historia en primera fila. Y lo que vio la hizo enloquecer.

Roses have thorns, and thorns leave wounds.

Being different was not something that was tolerated in cheeses.

Humans are good at denial. Especially when it comes to me.

But Belle, the servants…they tell me you're in there all day. Don't you think a bit of balance is needed? An escape can become escapism before we even know it. Books are wonderful things, but you can't live in someone else's story. You have to live your own story." Belle looked up at him with deep pain in her eyes. What she said next broke his heart for the second time that morning. "But what if you don't like your story? What then?

Sometimes, Belle, our troubles are too deep for words

Casi todos luchan cuando tienen alguna esperanza de ganar, por pequeña que sea. Y se les llama valientes. Son pocos los que siguen luchando cuando no queda esperanza. Y se les llama guerreros

Nevermore wants me," she whispered aloud. "It wants me to stay." The thought scared her. But what scared her even more was how much she wanted Nevermore.

He touched the tip of one leg to the place over Belle's heart. "It's here, foolish girl," he said. "Home is all the people, all the places, and all the things that you love. You carry it wherever you go. Don't you know that?

La oportunidad de derrotar a un enemigo la ofrece el enemigo en sí.

Difficulties are things that show people what they are!

Of all the idiotic emotions humans possess, love's the most idiotic. Don't you agree, Belle?" "No, Henri, I don't agree," she said. "Love isn't idiotic. It's hard and messy, confusing and wonderful. But to love and be loved…that's all that matters. Can't you see that?

There was a knock at the door. It was Lumiere. The Beast bade him enter. "Is there anything else you require tonight before retiring, master?" "I - I thought we might go skating tomorrow." Lumiere's eyebrows shot up. "Skating, master? You? You've never skated in your life!" "Belle mentioned that she has skated before. Back in her village. I thought she might like to try it here. How hard can it be?" "On the backside? Very," said Lumiere.

Love is hard. I had no idea how hard. Is it worth the pain?" "Yes," Belle said. "It is." "Please, Belle," Otto said. "If I have to go, I want to go with my friends around me…with love…." "Before you go, promise me something, Belle…" he whispered to her. "Keep being the author of your own story. Never let anyone else write it for you again.

Te diré qué mata a las muchachas: el hambre, la enfermedad, los accidentes, el parto y la violencia. Se necesita algo más que un corazón herido para matar a una mujer. Las mujeres son fuertes como rocas.

I hear his call still, echoing down the centuries. It sounded like a warning. It sounded like a death knell. It sounded, most of all, like laughter.

Believe that you can make your way. Or don't. Either way, you are right. Every war is different, yet each battle is the same. The enemy is only a distraction. The thing you are fighting against, always, is yourself.

I know now! I know what it means to be alive! Love is its own magic. And it's strong. So strong!

El mundo sigue adelante, estúpido y brutal. Pero yo no. Yo no.

It's the hunger in our hearts that kills us.

We all make mistakes," Lucanos said. "The danger lies in letting those mistakes make us." "Make us what?" asked Belle. "Make us believe we can't put things right. Make us think there's no hope. Make us give up," the beetle said, giving Belle a very direct look.