Quotes of: Fairy-tale Keyword

Don't you remember anything?! There is no 'devil.' There is no 'hell.' There is only Unrest. There is no down, only sideways; the transparent beside the opaque, and a thin wall to separate them.

The Strangely Beautiful Tale of Miss Percy Parker

How does a person perform nobly in Hell?" I asked her. "You plant flowers," she hissed. "You feed the birds, while they're burning...

Shock Totem 7: Curious Tales of the Macabre and Twisted

...and my coffee is Blue Mountain and I drink it black, which is unusual for a teenage girl, but it's definitely the way good coffee should be drunk if you have any respect for the bitter beans.

A Tale for the Time Being

I threw back my head, my hair falling about me like a great red curtain, and cried out.  My eyes felt hot and burned with tears as my body trembled with the passion for blood. 

The Tale Of The Vampire Bride

When you beat a drum, you create NOW, when silence becomes a sound so enormous and alive it feels like you're breathing in the clouds and the sky, and your heart is the rain and the thunder.

A Tale for the Time Being

You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer,” said Miss Pross, in her breathing. “Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman.

A Tale of Two Cities

from the days when it was always summer in Eden,to these days when it is mostly winter in fallen latitudes, the world of a man has invariably gone one way Charles Darnay’s way the way of the love of a woman

A Tale of Two Cities

‎And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.

A Tale of Two Cities

Furlough?” He said. “What?” said the first hood irritably. Despereaux shuddered. His own brother was delivering him to the dungeon. His heart stopped beating and shrunk to a small, cold, disbelieving pebble.

The Tale of Despereaux

Once upon a time," he said out loud to the darkness. He said these words because they were the best, the most powerful words that he knew and just the saying of them comforted him.

The Tale of Despereaux

I see why our little Braith likes you.” “Does she?” “Can’t you tell?” “I’m male. I have no idea what you females are thinking.

A Tale Of Two Dragons

They can’t help it, you know. It happens in the egg,” she reasoned. “As soon as they grow that genitalia, intelligence goes right out the window and we’re left with this thing that just wants to stick it in any hole.

A Tale Of Two Dragons

...sleep is a skilled magician, it changes the proportions of things, the distances between them, it separates people and they're lying next to each other, brings them together and they can barely see one another...

The Tale of the Unknown Island

Donit kill her now, just when we've gone to all that trouble to rescue her," said Jeffrey.

The Penderwicks: A Summer Tale of Four Sisters, Two Rabbits, and a Very Interesting Boy

Pleasing things: finding a large number of tales that one has not read before. Or acquiring the second volume of a tale whose first volume one has enjoyed. But often it is a disappointment.

The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon

I'm in the back of a limousine with Charlie Chaplin and it’s 1928. Charlie is beautiful; his body language seems to skip, and reel and rhyme, heartbreaking and witty at the same time. It seems to promise a better world.

Paradise Tales: and Other Stories

The kind of teacher who never learned anything herself. Or taught anything, except sarcasm or fear.

Piratica: Being a Daring Tale of a Singular Girl's Adventure Upon the High Seas

I've never believed in the end of times. We are mankind. Our footprints are on the moon. When the last trumpet sounds and the beast rises from the pit---we will kill it.

Pacific Rim: Tales From Year Zero

If you really something in this world,' said Olga simply, 'you'll never get it by sitting down and waiting. But if you go out and things there's no knowing where you'll end up.

The Tales of Olga Da Polga

I never loved anyone else and never desired to. She was my companion, my lover, and my teacher.

The Venetian's Wife: A Strangely Sensual Tale of a Renaissance Explorer, a Computer, and a Metamorphosis

It is in our nature to enjoy atrocity so long as it continues to shock and remains comfortably removed from our own lives.

What Alice Knew: A Most Curious Tale of Henry James & Jack the Ripper