Yesterday we had feared a doom we did not know; today the doom was known by us all, and feared no less.

As I have said, you have no reason to trust me, and an excellent reason not to.

She had always been the least of the sisters, called Beauty because she had no other, better characteristic to name her as herself.

She was surprised into looking into the Beast's face.The contrasts she found there were too great: wisdom and despair, power and weakness, man and animal. These made him far more terrible than any hungry lion, any half-tamed hydra, any angry sorcerer, terrible as something that should not exist is terrible, because to recognise that it does exist shakes that faith in the foundations of the natural world which human beings must have to bear the burden of their rationality.

Cannot a Beast be tamed?

Perhaps it is a human thing, to look upon such beauty and fail to encompass it.