Fairy-child, if only you should take my hand, I would show you things beyond your wildest dreams.” My expression makes him laugh. “What’s that from?”
“Some book I read.”
“I should have known.” I pause. “Did she follow?”
“How could she resist? Of course, she ended up devoured.
Tags: fairytales wanderlove
But I felt like I'd made a journey to the land of fairytales only to find out that the magical world was identical to the real one. Even in fairytales, the sun still burns, sand still works its way into your bikini bottoms, and the diner next door to your motel still scorches toast.
Holly SchindlerTags: reality dreaming fairytales
Aunt Syl must have conveniently stopped reading the childhood fairy tales when the knight left the damsel in distress to pursue a better damsel out of my bedtime routine.
Rachel HigginsonTags: lonely fairytales heartbroken
A spell perhaps?” The prince wrinkled his face as though it physically hurt him to think and ask questions.
Liz DeJesusTags: fantasy young-adult fairytales
I think I was actually channelling my grandfather,’ she admitted. ‘He lived right out in the woods in this little cottage and he used to scare the life out of me and my older sister with stories about bears and wolves.’
‘I didn’t know you grew up in a Grimm fairy-tale.’
‘Ha, ha – Russia, actually.’
‘Ahh, I see: Katia Bialogawski,' he pronounced her name slowly, rolling it over his tongue like a boiled sweet, with all the right inflections. It made her spine tingle.
Tags: romance russia fairytales made-up katia-bialogawski owen-walker
Fairytales are fake, life does'nt end in "Happily Ever After
TheEmoQueenTags: life fairytales
Khattam-Shud,' he said slowly, 'is the Arch-Enemy of all Stories, even of language itself. He is the Prince of Silence and the Foe of Speech. And because everything ends, because dreams end, stories end, life ends, at the finish of everything we use his name. "It's finished," we tell one another, "it's over. Khattam-Shud: The End.
Salman RushdieTags: stories endings fairytales
After all, in fairy tales, there was only one thing to do. In every story with a long sleep and a waking in it. An easy thing, a pretty thing. Standard currency.
Catherynne M. ValenteTags: kisses sleeping fairytales
I don’t want to be a Princess,” she said finally. “You can’t make me be one.” She knew very well what became of Princesses, as Princesses often get books written about them. Either terrible things happened to them, such as kidnappings and curses and pricking fingers and getting poisoned and locked up in towers, or else they just waited around till the Prince finished with the story and got around to marrying her. Either way, September wanted nothing to do with Princessing.
Catherynne M. ValenteTags: fairytales princesses princessing
- One się nie starzeją. (...) Kiedy jeszcze byłem sam na wyspie, obrazy ze snu stawały się coraz wyraźniejsze. W końcu wyskoczyły z moich myśli i wdarły się w tutejszą rzeczywistość. Nadal jednak pozostają fantazją. A fantazja ma tę cudowną moc, że to, co stworzy, na zawsze pozostaje młode i żywe. (...) Słyszałeś o Roszpunce, mój chłopcze?
Pokręciłem głową.
- Ale o Czerwonym Kapturku słyszałeś? Albo o Królewnie Śnieżce czy Jasiu i Małgosi? (...) Ile oni mają lat, jak myślisz? Sto? Może tysiąc? Są zarazem bardzo młodzi i bardzo starzy, ponieważ zrodzili się w wyobraźni ludzi. Nie, nie przypuszczam, by karzełki się zestrzały i posiwiały. Nawet stroje, które noszą, nie mają najmniejszego choćby zagniecenia. Inaczej jest z nami, zwykłymi śmiertelnikami. My się starzejemy i siwiejemy. To my się zdzieramy na strzępy i pewnego dnia odchodzimy. Z naszymi snami jest inaczej. One potrafią żyć w innych ludziach przez długi czas po naszym odejściu z tego świata.
Tags: life time fairytales
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