#fairy

Why any self-respecting fairy godmother would pass them over for an inane twit who relied on animals to do her housecleaning was beyond her. ↗

— Marie Hall

#fairy-godmother #fairytale #her-mad-hatter #respect

Never fall in love with someone that won't fight for you, because when the real battles begin they won't pull your heart to safety, but they will their own. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#fairytale-love #rescuing-you #saving-you #standing-up-for-who-you-love #unrequited-love

This is the only way that you can hope to survive. Because life... is not a movie. Everyone lies. Good guys lose. And love... does not conquer all. ↗

— George Huang

#good-guys #hope #lies #life #love

Nothing was easy, and sometimes she failed, and sometimes she thought that the fairy stories were right, that there must indeed be easier ways of living happily ever after; but defeat is a poor ending to any tale, so she kept trying. ↗

— Sonya Hartnett

#hardship #inspirational #life #inspirational

Faërie contains many things besides elves and fays, and besides dwarfs, witches, trolls, giants, or dragons; it holds the seas, the sun, the moon, the sky; and the earth, and all things that are in it: tree and bird, water and stone, wine and bread, and ourselves, mortal men, when we are enchanted. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#fairy-tale #men

All I know is that I've ruled out wearing fairy wings. When I was nine I wanted to get married in fairy wings, and now I realize that's not cool anymore. ↗

— Isla Fisher

#cool #fairy #get #get married #i

Great courage was required to engage in such an adventure. But George was in love and Freeheart was faithful. And as the most delightful of poets says “What cannot Friendship guided by sweet Love? ↗

— Anatole France

#courage

When you enter the woods of a fairy tale and it is night, the trees tower on either side of the path. They loom large because everything in the world of fairy tales is blown out of proportion. If the owl shouts, the otherwise deathly silence magnifies its call. The tasks you are given to do (by the witch, by the stepmother, by the wise old woman) are insurmountable - pull a single hair from the crescent moon bear's throat; separate a bowl's worth of poppy seeds from a pile of dirt. The forest seems endless. But when you do reach the daylight, triumphantly carrying the particular hair or having outwitted the wolf; when the owl is once again a shy bird and the trees only a lush canopy filtering the sun, the world is forever changed for your having seen it otherwise. From now on, when you come upon darkness, you'll know it has dimension. You'll know how closely poppy seeds and dirt resemble each other. The forest will be just another story that has absorbed you, taken you through its paces, and cast you out again to your home with its rattling windows and empty refrigerator - to your meager livelihood, which demands, inevitably, that you write about it. ↗

— Elizabeth J. Andrew

#story #writing #change

I always wanted the fairy tale, but now I want someone who is a great partner. ↗

— Elisabeth Rohm

#fairy #fairy tale #great #i #i always

I guess I kind of lived in a fairytale world... looking at everything through rose-colored glasses. I probably always will, to a certain extent. ↗

— Sharon Tate

#certain #certain extent #everything #extent #fairytale