Quotes About Fairy tale

But women her age, barely out of their teens and with the whole world before them, they haven't yet had time to lose the things they love. Every affair is a fairy tale or a tragedy, and either one is fine so long as the story is good. Every love is all or nothing, and even their "nothings" are poetry. They don't yet know how the years fade and stretch the highs and the lows, wearing them thin, making them vulnerable. They haven't yet known much of death.

He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale.

Water fell from the sky and dripped from the branches, streaming down the gully of the trail. I walked beneath the enormous trees, the forest canopy high above me, the bushes and low-growing plants that edged the trail soaking me as I brushed past. Wet and miserable as it was, the forest was magical—Gothic in its green grandiosity, both luminous and dark, so lavish in its fecundity that it looked surreal, as if I were walking through a fairy tale rather than the actual world.

The fairy tale belongs to the child and ought always to be within his reach, not only because it is his special literary form and his nature craves it, but because it is one of the most vital of the textbooks offered to him in the school of life. In ultimate importance it outranks the arithmetic, the grammar, the geography, the manuals of science; for without the aid of the imagination none of these books is really comprehensible.

No, the light is too intense; we do not yet have eyes that can see all the glory God has created. But maybe someday we will have such eyes. That will be the most wonderful fairy tale of all, for we ourselves will be part of it.

Every man's life is a fairy tale, written by God's fingers.

Everyman's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers.

Vlad had found himself longing to encounter those of his own kind, to travel to the streets of Elysia-that far away world, but after a while it seemed more of a fairy tale than anything else. Like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, only with fangs.

We have this perfect love story that feels like a fairy tale and must be because how else to explain something so magical?

Once upon a time, Gemma began, the older two girls whispering the opening with her, which is all times and no times but not the very best of times,there was a castle. And in it lived a king who wanted nothing more in the world than a child.

Ah—now you think I have been lying to you, that this is only a story. It has a king in it. And while a story with Death might be true, a story with a king in it is always a fairy tale. But remember, this comes from a time when kings were as common as corn. Plant a field and you got corn. Plant a kingdom and you got a king. It is that simple.

Now it seemed unbelievable, the innocence of a girl in a fairy tale.

My mother used 'Cinderella' as the antidote of what was in store for me.

Life is not a fairy tale; it's a parade of events that help you accrue wisdom and courage and faith. You learn first that you can and, later, that you should.

A Persian fairy tale tells of the Three Princes of Serendip, who "were always making discoveries, by accident and sagacity, of things they were not in quest of."7 Creativity in the wild operates much like that.

"Once in a while in the middle of an ordinary life love gives us a fairy tale."

Mercedes is a pretty princess

Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.

I just can't get with this idea that literature is a 12-step program. If someone wants to read a book to see good people get rewarded and the bad people get punished, essentially what they want is a fairy tale.

If there's a magic pony in the story, chances are I'll read it.

How did I go from being the maiden in a fairy tale to a wretched old maids so quickly? It happened almost without my realizing it...

If being a hero is a matter of knowing your cues, like the fairy tale said, he'd missed his.

Child of the pure, unclouded browAnd dreaming eyes of wonder!Though time be fleet and I and thouAre half a life asunder,Thy loving smile will surely hailThe love-gift of a fairy tale.

I have come to realize that the rhythm of the film is one of narrative. I am telling the story. It is as if I were hidden behind the screen, saying: Then such and such a thing happened. The characters don't seem to be living a life of their own, but a life that is being narrated. Perhaps that's how it should be in a fairy tale.