Best 305 quotes in «fairy tale quotes» category

Once upon a time, fairy tales were AWESOME!

Only a fairy tale calls a constant condition 'happiness'.

Only with the Internet can a peasant I have never met hear my voice and I can learn what's on his mind. A fairy tale has come true.

Pied Piper' came to me all at once; I wanted to do a fairy-tale movie with some edge, but not 'dark,' per se.

Overnight Success Happens Only in Fairy Tales, Trashy Novels, and Bad Movies.

Science Fiction: fairy tales for nerds.

Religions are the great fairy tales of conscience.

Science knows it doesn't know everything; otherwise, it'd stop. But just because science doesn't know everything doesn't mean you can fill in the gaps with whatever fairy tale most appeals to you.

Sleepy Hollow had a lot of action in it, even though it was a fairy-tale movie.

She felt as if she had strayed into a fairy tale, as full of peril as of wonder, a place where anything could happen.

The fairy tale always takes place in worlds that are between, unidentifiable.

Sure, I love fairy tales.

The dead have need of fairy tales too.

The biggest fairy tale is that justice works because it doesn't.

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.

The Goldilocks Enigma is the idea that everything in the universe is just right for life, like the porridge in the fairy tale.

This is a fairy tale with teeth and claws.

The idea of my life as a fairy tale is itself a fairy tale.

These are characters in a fairy tale for grown-ups. Wouldn't it be lovely? Yes.

The great thing about fairy tales and myths is that they go beyond character. They're not about character. They're about more basic things. They're about basic fears or longings or desires or fantasies, and stuff like that.

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.

The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.

There were the fairy tales my father told to me at bedtime. All the standards. I thought my father invented wolves.

This isn't a fairy tale. It's New York City.

We believed the fairy tales we told our children and we loved them beyond reason even when we were green and bungling about it. We were children loving our children. And that's who we are still.

To insist on one's place in the scheme of things and to live up to that place.To empower others in their reaching for some place in the scheme of things.To do these things is to make fairy tales come true.

Well, Company of Wolves was about that literally, about fairy tales.

We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.

We have been poisoned by fairy tales.

With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale, she fell asleep beside him in the dark.

Well the wedding in the words of the Archbishop of Canterbury was a fairy tale and there was a huge public impress, investment of goodwill, affection and indeed money in this Institution. It was a huge success at the time.

We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters

Whenever Disney asks if you want to do a fairy tale musical, you say yes.

When fairy tales are written in the west, they're known as folklore. In the east, fairy tales are called religions.

...which fairy-tale princess ever chose her maid over her prince?

Why can't love be a fairy tale?

We often see a temper of the times connection, and it's just like a fairy tale. It's not true.

When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!

Yet what keeps me from dissolving right now into a complete fairy-tale shimmer is this solid truth, a truth which has veritably built my bones over the last few years--I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue.

Yes, hell exists. It is not a fairy tale. One indeed burns there. This hell is not at the end of life. It is here. At the beginning. Hell is what the infant must experience before he gets to us.

You once told me that I make you believe in the impossible. You make me believe in love, which I’d given up on. Thank you for proving to me it’s not just a fairy tale.

You perceive, do you not, that our national fairy tales reflect the inmost desires of the Briton and the Gaul?

A common question asked of Mr. Fenn was, “How old is the boy?” to which Mr. Fenn’s reply, year after year, was, “He has been somewhere between twelve and thirteen since the day I laid eyes on him.

Yule—Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner—of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.

A girl locked in a tower with no life experience. But, you know, Rebecca . . . this isn’t a fairy tale. Your tower will never protect you from the darkness outside.” “And your tower will always be a prison,” I said softly.

A dream is a wish your heart makes.

ah, life— the thing that happens to us while we’re off somewhere else blowing on dandelions & wishing ourselves into the pages of our favorite fairy tales.

And then they lived happily, and we who hear the story are happier still.

All children grow up, all but one. His name is Peter and by now, all the civilized world has heard of him. He has captured the public imagination and become a legend, a subject for poets, philosophers and psychologists to write about, and for children to dream of. The children’s tales might be lacking in some details, but on the whole they are more accurate than most other accounts, for children will always understand Peter intuitively, as I did when I first met him. "I shall endeavor to tell you the true story of my friend Peter, because he cannot tell it to you himself. Afterward I hope you will love him and defend him as I have for the remainder of your days. Pass on to others a true account of the wild boy who would not grow up, who danced with kings and won the hearts of princesses. He defied logic and reason, lived and loved with an innocent heart, and found peace in the midst of a turbulent world.

All through the winter months, Rose kept up the practice of sitting by the fire with Peter and a book telling him stories. The doctor stopped to listen one afternoon out of curiosity, and heard her say, “…then the Mermaid said to the Pirate, ‘I would rather perish with the boy than go with you.’ And the Pirate said, ‘So be it,’ and sealed them both up inside the treasure chest. Then the pirate’s crew got together to lift the chest up, and with a nod from their captain, they cast the chest overboard into the sea. The chest was so heavy, it sank in the water in spite of the air inside, and in seconds it was gone from view, disappearing into the deep blue depths. If the boy and the mermaid were unable to free themselves, they would surely perish.” Peter’s eyes were wide with interest. “But- I can’t tell you what happened- you’ll have to find out next time.” She stopped and closed the book. Peter shook his head and put his hand on the book. She laughed and said, “You want to hear more now, do you?