Quotes About Fairy-tale

If both Church and fairy-tale belong to humanity, they may occasionally cross circles, without injury to either.

Now, you would hardly credit it, but my wife believes every fairy-tale that ever was written. I cannot account for it. She is a most sensible woman in everything else." "But should not that make you treat her belief with something of respect, though you cannot share in it yourself?

my wife believes every fairy-tale that ever was written. I cannot account for it. She is a most sensible woman in everything else. But should not that make you treat her belief with something of respect, though you cannot share in it yourself?

When fairy-tale children seek their fortune, food is the main thing they're after.

When we yearn, our yearning comes through from deep below. It comes from a deep remembering, from the forgotten dreams of our mingled ancestry. You are my yearning. And this is the night, long ago, when our stars first met. They are together now, in the heavens, shedding a beautiful radiance on this night. They are weaving enchantments for us so that we may step through the invisible mirror in the air and enter the fairy-tale we are meant to live, but which we forgot.

There had been a fairy-tale quality about the day. It had not seemed as real as others.

It was the egret, flying out of the lemon grove, that started it. I won't pretend I saw it straight away as the conventional herald of adventure, the white stag of the fairy-tale, which, bounding from the enchanted thicket, entices the prince away from his followers, and loses him in the forest where danger threatens with the dusk.

Like the hero of a fairy-tale Mr Norrell had discovered that the power to do what he wished had been his own all along.

There was something in front of her, perhaps happiness: Mary hesitated, like someone in a fairy-tale being offered a tempting dish that might be poisoned. Was that it? Again she didn't know. She disapproved of fairy-tale. They were not rational.

near them grow dreamlike fairy-tale flowers whose leaves stir in the moonlight.

Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.

Life has been a combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.

But even while they pretend to be lost in their fairy-tale they're steeped in their vision of the dead restored to them.

Sleepy Hollow had a lot of action in it, even though it was a fairy-tale movie.

This was not a fairy-tale castle and there was no such thing as a fairy-tale ending, but sometimes you could threaten to kick the handsome prince in the ham-and-eggs.

What a stupid innovation! Skate blades. Indoor lakes. It had a perverse, fairy-tale logic, I thought, tying knives to your feet and carving out over frozen water.

Aleka is a poet-philosopher. The Attic is a meeting place where he lives and he has a secret society. They come and visit him and read his works. He then dies and they meet irregularly and continue the readings of his works, and from that learn their own, and become filled with this new passion for life. And they express it through music and form a band. We've put it in a fairy-tale setting.

Built in an elegant fusion of Italianate, French, and early Disney styles, this magnificent estate offers a thousand bathrooms for all of your executive Cinderella needs...

Rosina had the fierce charm of the rather nasty girl in the fairy-tale who fails to get the prince, but is more interesting than the girl who does, and has better lines too.

What magic is this?' the muse says to the man. 'A flower, a dream, a fairy-tale wish, ' the man says to his muse. The muse smiles.

That morning, the two eagerly awaited fairy-tale princes had left their white horses in the stable for once and traveled by Tube," declaimed Xemerius unctuously. "At the sight of them, the eyes of the two princesses shone, and when the two concentrated sets of young hormones collided, expressing themselves in the form of embarrassed kisses and silly grins, the clever and incomparably handsome demon unfortunately had to throw up in a garbage bin.

And that was our beginning. It's not a thrilling tale of adventure or the kind of fairy-tale romance portrayed in movies, but it felt like divine intervention.

There was, between her and Mik, a fairy-tale promise: that when he had performed three heroic tasks, he could ask for her hand. She'd meant it in jest, but he'd taken it to heart, and was only one task down out of three—though secretly Zuzana accepted his fixing the air-conditioning in their last hotel room as a heroic act and counted it.

Fairy-tale city. From the air, red rooftops hug a kink in a dark river, and by night the forested hills appear as spans of black nothing against the dazzle of the lit castle, the spiking Gothic towers, the domes great and small. The river captures all the lights and teases them out, long and wavering, and the side-slashing rain blurs it all to a dream. This was Akiva's first sight of Prague;