Best 305 quotes in «fairy tale quotes» category

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.

Novels are to love as fairy tales to dreams.

Of one thing be certain: if a CEO is enthused about a particularly foolish acquisition, both his internal staff and his outside advisors will come up with whatever projections are needed to justify his stance. Only in fairy tales are emperors told that they are naked.

Oh yeah. That's why. Like a fairy tale. I was marrying the Prince. I just happened to be in love with the pauper.

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

Once upon a time, fairy tales were AWESOME!

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

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.

Religions are the great fairy tales of conscience.

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

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.

Science Fiction: fairy tales for nerds.

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

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

Sure, I love fairy tales.

The dead have need of fairy tales too.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

This is a fairy tale with teeth and claws.

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

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

We have been poisoned by fairy tales.

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

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

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

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.

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!

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

Why can't love be a fairy tale?

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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 kingdom right on the shore, surrounded by gray mountains and bright green meadows. ‘Tis a place filled with fine castles born from the ocean, itself. The very walls are made of limestone and pearls, thick and heavy, a glistening, natural fortress soaked in golden sunlight. No man could calculate its worth, because it exceeds all of nature’s wealth. It is a great miracle, a grand dream not of our world. It is a beacon, a strong, gleaming lighthouse guiding great ships home. I dare not describe it more, for my words do not do it justice…