Quotes About Fairytales

Her mother said fairy tales didn't have anything to do with the world, but Ofelia knew better. They had taught her everything about it.

La madre de Ofelia no lo sabía, pero ella también creía en los cuentos de hadas. Carmen Cardoso creía en el cuento más peligroso de todos: aquel en que un príncipe la salvaría.

Fairytales work on two levels. On a conscious level, they are stories of true love and triumph and overcoming difficult odds and so are pleasurable to read. But they work on a deeper and symbolic level in that they play out our universal psychological dramas and hidden desires and fears.

Waiting for Prince Charming?" "Aren't all women? And you're waiting for Cinderella." "Actually," Jared said slowly, "I'm rather hoping to find the Evil Queen. I think she'd be much more fun.

Now, what sort of person would write a scene where a young man stumbles upon a castle full only of beautiful young women? Answer: ME!

The old tale of Sleeping Beauty might end happily in French or English, but he was in Russia, and only a fool would want to live through the Russian version of any fairy tale.

Mother, I don't dream of marrying a prince and riding off into the sunset. That's a good thing, my darling, because there are no princes - only men and animals who pretend to be men.

Once upon a time...There's a reason all fairy tales begin like this. But the 'and they lived happily ever after' at the end? That has to be earned.

Vielleicht war er ja noch da, irgendwo hinter ihren geschlossenen Lidern, vielleicht klebte ja noch etwas Glueck an ihren Wimpern, wie Goldstaub. Liessen Traeume in den Maerchen nicht manchmal so ertwas zurueck?

What nonsense! I just like to believe in fairy tales.

C'era una volta... le fiabe non cominciano così per niente, Will. Ma il poi vissero per sempre felici e contenti ce lo si deve guadagnare.

If I was living in a happier place, said Eggingarde, I might tell stories with happier endings.

Soon Hansel and Gretel came to a little cottage. When they got quite near, they saw that the little house was made of bread and roofed with cake. The windows were transparent sugar." "There must not have been a very strict building code...

Maybe there weren't fairytales, or dreams didn't often really come true, but this moment felt very close. As close as it gets to perfect in an imperfect world.

In some stories, it's easy. The moral of "The Three Bears," for instance, is "Never break into someone else's house." The moral of "Snow White" is "Never eat apples." The moral of World War One is "Never assassinate Archduke Ferdinand.

The moral of "The Three Bears," for instance, is "Never break into someone else's house." The moral of "Snow White" is "Never eat apples." The moral of World War One is "Never assassinate Archduke Ferdinand.

The moral of "The Three Bears," for instance, is "Never break into someone else's house." The moral of "Snow White" is "Never eat apples." The moral of World War One is "Never assassinate Archduke Ferdinand.

the Princess Saralinda thought she saw, as people often think they see, on clear and windless days, the distant shining shores of Ever After. Your guess is quite as good as mine (there are a lot of things that shine) but I have always thought she did, and I will always think so.

In those days all stories ended with the wedding.

Once Once, oh once, there was, was not, A girl, princess, mermaid, widow, witch, queen, wife, A boy, king, soldier, wizard, troll, giants, Magic Life. The tale turns, returns, confuses, confesses, And all the hardships, spells, and stresses, End well in happy laughter And we hope- ever after. Believe me, friend- because would I, A storyteller, ever lie?

Artless fairy stories enchant us in our first years and retain their hold on us until our last.

If you want the Cinderella moments then you have to believe in magick.

As a child, my mother told me lots of fairy stories, many her own invention. She, too, tended to reverse the norm.

I remember her telling me once that rabbits were the gnomes in attendance to the Fairy Queen and that the stars were God's daisy chain. Perfect rot, of course.