64 Quotes About Fairytale-retelling

No,” said Cinder. “We stay together.” Thorne flinched and Cinder realized the cruelty of her words too late. Their group was already divided.

She never forgot the day she'd met him, or how his friends had told her to be more than pretty. She never forgot Elizabeth, Yennenga, Abhaya Rani. She wore his gold coin on a chain around her neck until the day she died. But the thing she treasured most was the memory of his smile, a smaile that was a wink and a dare. A wild road on a windy night. A kiss int he dark.A smile that had given her all she'd ever wanted-a chance. A chance to be herself.

Isabelle thought her heart might burst.One by one, queens, pirates, empresses, and generals from all the corners of the world told their stories, bowed their heads, and left the stage. They were not pretty, these women. Pretty did not begin to describe them. They were shrewd. Powerful, Wily. Proud. Dangerous. They were strong. They were brave. They were beautiful.

Are they always so mean?” I asked. “It’s the oldest story in the book— the bullied become the bullies.

They say that it’s always darkest before the dawn, but sometimes it’s really darkest the moment you realize a dream was just a dream.

Books; I repeat, for they've not only been a solace during the long years but also provided the keys to understanding other people's ideas and achievements, their hopes and fears, quirks and foibles, their dreams.....their demons

Do not worry, Rose. I do not bite unless you wish me to.

He shouldn't want to see her, but he did. He shouldn’t want to know how she felt, how she tasted, but he did. He shouldn’t want to know what food she liked or what she thought about when she was alone. He shouldn’t want to know what her favorite music was or what she did when she wasn't modeling, if she did anything at all, but he did. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Razel D’Punz; the real Razel. No makeup. No costumes. No lights or camera.

She had never been so affected by the idea of intimacy, but there was something about his eyes; something warm, and gentle even though she felt transparent every time he turned his attention on her; like he could see her, really see her. The idea of being so exposed to someone…it took her breath away.