Quotes About Storybooks

War was a sorrier business than storybooks told.

Because is a word used by ordered, order-loving beings about a world which they like to think is ordered. Because is for storybooks. This is... Well, I know this is difficult to understand, but what we see here is becauselessness itself.

Storybooks were always a big part of my imagination, and my childhood and adolescence.

I spent my entire childhood in an environment in which the mighty of the earth had no place outside story books and dreams.

She loves you, the Prince cried. She loves you still and you love her, so think of that--think of this too: in all this world, you might have been happy, genuinely happy. Not one couple in a century has that chance, not really, no matter what the storybooks say, but you could have had it, and so, I would think, no one will ever suffer a loss as great as you.

The fact that children like lame, uninspired talk and insubstantial, insipid storybooks doesn't prove that it's good for them. They like lollipops, too, but they can't live on them.

Ghosts are what white people put in storybooks and picture shows. They do it to scare people about the dead. The church does the same. It's about making people afraid. I'm sure they know nothing about the good of a person's spirit and how it comes forward after death.

I love you like in the storybooks. I love you like in the ballads. I love you like a lightning bolt. I've loved you since the third month you came and spoke with me. I loved that you made me want to laugh. I loved the way you were kind and the way you would pause when you spoke, as though you were waiting for me to answer you. I love you and I am mocking no one when I kiss you, no one at all.

I love you," Severin said, looking up, looking at nothing at all. "I love you like in the storybooks. I love you like in the ballads. I love you like a lightning bolt. I've loved you since the third month you came and spoke with me. I loved that you made me want to laugh. I loved the way you were kind and the way you would pause when you spoke, as though you were waiting for me to answer you. I love you and I am mocking no one when I kiss you, no one at all.

I love you," Severin said, looking up, looking at nothing at all, face exultant. "I love you like in the storybooks. I love you like in the ballads. I love you like a lightning bolt.

LET ME TELL YOU something about unicorns—they're faeries and faeries aren't to be trusted. Read your storybooks. But maybe you can't get past the rainbows and pastel crap. That's your problem.

I'm living out a childhood fantasy. Our house is in a historic district of a small town that I used to read about in storybooks