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Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world speaking with the gift of tongues.
Having a magical element in a realistic setting without explanation seems to me to be the hallmark of fairy tales, which present us with a kind of metaphorical look at some aspect of our lives.
How could you do nothing to him, if you fought so hard?” she asked. “I’m lust and he’s wrath!” he yelled. “I’m a lover, he’s a fighter!” Virtue - A Fairy Tale
Ernie J Zelinski
Overnight Success Happens Only in Fairy Tales, Trashy Novels, and Bad Movies.
The fairy tale is in a perpetual state of becoming and alteration. To keep to one version or one translation alone is to put robin redbreast in a cage.
Why are you so sad?" asks Zachariah in full fairy-tale voice, casting his arms wide for emphasis, displaying his superior reach.
She is a figure of legend and fairy tale, one to be taken seriously, or she might knock you off your feet with a quick whirl of the staff she carries everywhere.
The idea of my life as a fairy tale is itself a fairy tale.
Don’t you think it’s best that you stay away from mortals? You know they break so easily these days.
Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
I want to tell you all of myself, show you the nicks and dents and scars of my life, and have you love me even though I be grievously flawed.
I don’t feel like a traveler now,” Vasya admitted, low, to Morozko . “Neither do travelers, often enough,” the frost-demon returned.
I don't know what to think about magic and fairy tales.
Then I shall bid thee goodnight, my dear. Sweet pixies watch over the dusty moonlight of your dreams, Jessameine.
American cinema is international like the fairy tales were international.
His tiny toes wiggled as they were ready to go.
Such is the passage, x. 14, where, after giving an account that the sun stood still upon Gibeon, and the moon in the valley of Ajalon, at the command of Joshua, (a tale only fit to amuse children). This tale of the sun standing still upon Motint Gibeon, and the moon in the valley of Ajalon, is one of those fables that detects itself. Such a circumstance could not have happened without being known all over the world. One half would have wondered why the sun did not rise, and the other why it did not set; and the tradition of it would be universal; whereas there is not a nation in the world that knows anything about it.
My fairy-tale life ended the moment I wanted to apply for a passport.
Prince of the Enchanted Forest. Adopted son of the Fairy Folk. Wild Boy. Your reputation precedes you, child. All of Germany has been talking about you lately. And yet, no one knows your name.” The boy looked up at the King and smiled. The king smiled back, and took a deep breath. “…Henceforth, you shall be known as Peter.
Every constellation’s like its own fairy tale.
I was a great reader of fairy tales. I tried to read the entire fairy tale section of the library.
Man, Grandma, what big hair you have." "The better to style with, my dear.
None of this was part of the plan all the girls I'd grown up with had been given. Not a written plan, unless the book about Cinderella counted. The plan was in the water we drank, the air we breathed. It was poured into the pavement on the streets we called home. Marry a nice man, one who was a good provider, and live happily, or at least comfortably, ever after. Safe to say I'd followed the plan. I'd married a banker. Had a baby. But the plan had failed me. It left me alone huddled in a window seat with every emotion I'd refused to let myself feel seeping through my pores until the air in my bedroom was heavy with sadness and angst and confusion. (p. 235)
I always wanted the fairy tale, but now I want someone who is a great partner.
I was his “little girl with the William Burroughs mind,” his “secret fairy,” “female Frank Zappa” and “window onto a magical world.” He said I fell to earth, leaving wing-marks on the ceilings of our dreams.
Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.
Everyone knew you shouldn't go biting into fruit offered to you by magical creatures in the woods, even if you'd thought until just five minutes ago that such stories were, you know, only stories.
And now, I'm a best selling author, a different sort of fairy tale that I still sometimes wonder when I'll wake up from.
We often see a temper of the times connection, and it's just like a fairy tale. It's not true.
Hallo, Fremder", sagte er zu dem zweiten Reisenden. "Die Welt ist klein! Lange her, seit unsere Köpfe Seite an Seite auf dem Kissen lagen." "Eine Ewigkeit!", rief der andere. Da wusste Clement, dass sie alle einander fremd waren und dass die stürmische Nacht vor ihnen lag.
Tous mes anciens amours vont me revenir.' - All my old loves will be returned to me
Wistful notes spoke of loneliness, as solitary as the final birdsong of autumn or the trill of summer’s last cicada before the wintry freeze.
All great novels are great fairy tales.
She had not been much to look at in her youth, and she knew well that only courage is required for an adventure.
She squinted at his nametag. Her eyes weren't quite working. "What's your name?" "Stig." "Stick?" she asked, half ready to believe it. He shook his head and pointed his long index finger at the name stitched on his uniform. "S-T-I-G. Stig." Harriet's breath caught. "I can't believe it. I've been looking for you.
Whenever Disney asks if you want to do a fairy tale musical, you say yes.
The biggest fairy tale is that justice works because it doesn't.
A lot of fairy tales are thinly disguised hostility raps against parents. Kids know that they can't make it on their own, that if they were left alone, they would die.
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.
If by it, you mean that big ass vein in the middle of your forehead, then yeah. It moved all right and it’s still pulsing.
I'm going to refrain from hitting you for being such a dunce, Your Highness.
When fiction has become reality, life may turn into a fairy tale or a firestorm. Tina, time has come to pull up one’s socks and start relearning and reassessing living. ("Another empty room")
Chicago is partly a fairy tale because it's inside one person's head, so that part of it's made up and the rest of it is reality.
I wished that, for once, faery tales – real faery tales, not Disney fairy tales – would have a happy ending.
Perhaps the only happily ever after is to survive to tell the story
As they climbed into the wagon, the widows thanked her again, and reminded her to be careful out there. There was danger in the woods, especially for a woman on her own. Fairies, demons, and shapeshifters who might take advantage of an unguarded lady.
October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or shutting a book, did not end the tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.
I have always loved fairy tales, even now at the age when I am supposed to be too grown up and cynical for them.
I am very much interested in fairy tales. I guess that most of the films I like to do have this kind of aspect.
The more one knows fairy tales the less fantastical they appear; they can be vehicles of the grimmest realism, expressing hope against all the odds with gritted teeth.