Quotes About Fable

Once upon a time, Long, long ago, Seven stars were flung from the sky. One to shake the mountains, One to churn the seas, One to choke the air, And four to test the hearts of men. Your hearts are to be tested now. Open them to the truths, For we must not just be ready For the enemy without, But also the enemy within.

And now dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed: Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye, And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.

I can't believe the Three Little Pigs are working for the bad guy." Daphne sighed. "I can't believe anyone still calls them the three little pigs." Mirror tittered. "That trio has been tipping the scales for as long as I can remember.

opened the cover and saw a crude drawing of a giant kitten chewing on several screaming farmers

At the heart of every legend there is a grain of truth.

We children moved constantly in a world where myth and fable walked hand in hand with reality, and the borderline between them was at all times nebulous and shifting. The violent world of fairytale with its Bluebeards and shirts made from thistles wasn't that far from ours.

Anlatmasam inanmazlar o?ul, masal derler; masala inanmazlar, masal? yaln?zca dinlerler, sanki hakikati bilirmi? gibi, sanki hakikatin s?rr?na ermi? gibi, masala inanmayan gerçe?e inan?r m??

The dream becomes a story, a myth. . . . And the story becomes a dream.

Qu'est ce que l'histoire, sinon une fable sur laquelle tout le monde est d'accord.

Compelling and poetic, Four Letters of Love spirits the reader away to a magical, mist-clad coastline, inhabited by a passionate people, and unfurls like some epic poem which has been handed down in song, generation to generation. Half fable, half tragic realism, its musical rhythm is unforgettable

Remember too that to me the word myth, like the words fable and fiction, is a technical term in criticism, and the popular sense in which it means something untrue I regard as a debasing of language.

In these days we're in a hare-and-tortoise race between mob rule and education: to avoid collapsing into mod rule we have to try to educate a minority that'll stand out against it. The fable says that the tortoise won in the end, which is consoling, but the hare shows a good deal of speed and few signs of tiring.

A name with a catchy story attached makes you less of a business, and more of a character in a story.

Care, says the proverb, once killed a cat. It may be so, but it has killed never another.

Odd isn't it, that we never hear of the duck that laid the Golden Egg?" The little duck was fuming. "Oh, so ducks aren't aristocratic—is that it? I suppose, Charlie, that you have never heard of the Duck of Edinburgh?" he asked with some heat. "Can't say that I have." "Then you don't know everything, do you—not if you've never heard of His Highness!" the small duck finished in some triumph.

Then he turned it the third time, and the boy's ass fell off.

There's no good story that doesn't touch the truth,

how thin the line is between the truth and a compelling lie. Between history and an entertaining story.