Quotes About Fairytales

What is the use of stories that arent even true?

I knew what happened in fairy tales. The strong survived while the weak were eaten alive.

In books, no one helped a girl who didn't help herself and every fairy tale ended with the same lessons. Trick your enemy, do what you must, believe in enchantments, save yourself.

In books, no one helped a girl who didn't help herself and every fairy tale ended with the same lessons. Trick your energy, do what you must, believe in enchantments, save yourself.

So many have the same premise: once upon a time, there were three. Three of something: three pigs, three bears, three brothers, three soldiers, three billy goats. Three princesses.

Where is Prince Charming? What ever happened to happily ever after? Why is it that a man who is unhappy with a woman--a man who may neglect, abuse or abandon her--cannot bear to see her happy alone or with someone else? That manner of macho is decidedly unattractive.

Curlylocks, Curlylocks,Wilt thou be mine?Thou shalt not wash dishesNor yet feed the swine,But sit on a cushionAnd sew a fine seam,And feed upon strawberries,Sugar and cream.

The truth is that when one is still a child-or even if one is grown up- and has been well fed, and has slept long and softly and warm; when one has gone to sleep in the midst of a fairy story, and has wakened to find it real, one cannot be unhappy or even look as if one were; and one could not, if one tried, keep a glow of joy out of one's eyes.

There is nothing so nice as supposing. It's almost like being a fairy. If you suppose anything hard enough it seems as if it were real.

Am I the same cold, ragged damp Sara? And to think I used to pretend and pretend and wish there were fairies! The one thing I always wanted was to see a fairy story come true. I am living in a fairy story. I feel as if I might be a fairy myself, and able to turn things into anything else.

There is nothing so nice as supposing. It's almost like being a fairy. If you suppose anything hard enough it seems as if it were real.

Goblins burrowed in the earth, elves sang songs in the trees: Those were the obvious wonders of reading, but behind them lay the fundamental marvel that, in stories, words could command things to be.

If I'm honest I have to tell you I still read fairy-tales and I like them best of all.

I am enmeshed in my lies, and I want absolution. I cannot tell the truth because I have felt the heads of men in my womb. The truth would be death-dealing and I prefer fairytales. I am wrapped in lies which do not penetrate my soul. As if the lies I tell were like costumes. The shell of mystery can break and grow again over night. But the moment I step into the cavern of my lies I drop into the darkness. I see a face which stares at me like a cross-eyed man.

Babies do not want to hear about babies; they like to be told of giants and castles.

Well, there are other versions of the story," I say, thinking out loud. "Besides the throwing and the kissing." "Like what?" Frederic asks. I bite my lip. This is going to be worse than the frog-legs conversation. "Well, there's the one where the princess chops off the frog's head, and then he turns into a prince," I say all in a rush. Frederic's eyes almost pop out of his head. "I do not wish to try that one.

I'm staring at Snow White. The real Snow White. I'm in her living room.

FEE, FI-- Magnus begins. Oh wait, I already said that, he adds.

Story!" The dwarf snorted. "You'll be talking about "happily ever after" next. Do we look happy? There's no happily ever after for us. Miserabily ever after, more like.

Everyone is introduced to the Peter Pan story when they're very young. This story is part of everyone's life.

Compared with my life Cinderella was a spoiled brat.

The same as real life, there is no happily ever after.

Fairytales have always got to have that scary quality, as long as you make them laugh.

Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!