fairy-tales

Once upon a time _ for that is how all stories should begin _ there was a boy who lost his mother.

You'll get fired if anyone finds out about us!""So many rules in this century," Vane muttered.

There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.

Classic fairy tales do not deny the existence of heartache and sorrow, but they do deny universal defeat.

There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart__ Desire.

He was walking into Faerie, in search of a fallen star, with no idea how he would find the star, nor how to keep himself safe and whole as he tried. He looked back and fancied that he could see the lights of Wall behind him, wavering and glimmering as if in a heat-haze, but still inviting.

Why did you wear heels? How are you supposed to fight a gargoyle in what you're wearing?

Well, can you tell her that?"He looked down at his feet. "I will. I will."Guy-speak for, "I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up.

Fairy tales since the beginning of recorded time, and perhaps earlier, have been __ means to conquer the terrors of mankind through metaphor.

If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored.

Beware a kiss, he told her. Kisses are powerful things. You expose part of your soul.

The romantic fairy tales we grew up with -- where marriage is the happy ending rather than the opening scene -- are not useful for grown-ups.

Every time he raised his hands on her. He killed a prince from a fairy tale somewhere deep within her heart, brutally.

The eternal child. - We think that play and fairy tales belong to childhood:how shortsighted that is! As though we would want at any time of life tolive without play and fairy tales! We give these things other names, to besure, and feel differently about them, but precisely this is the evidencethat they are the same things - for the child too regards play as his workand fairy tales as his truth. The brevity of life ought to preserve us from apedantic division of life into different stages - as though each broughtsomething new - and a poet ought for once to present a man of twohundred: one, that is, who really does live without play and fairy tales.

Ava's father believed that myths and fairy tales - like dreams - opened a window into the unconscious. by listening to the language of dreams and old tales, he said, all humans could learn to understand themselves and the world, better.

Like ´Bluebeard´, the fairy tale of ´Snow White´does not record a single, appalling crime, but testifies to a structural and endemic conflict in society that was political and social as well as personal, producing many, many instances of similar violence.

The time for princes and tsars and holy madmen was gone.In its place came a world of war and revolution, of tanks andtelephones, murder and assassination.

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