The women stood there, nodding and pointing and making remarks, basting themselves in righteousness like geese on a spit, when just yesterday the first had slapped her small daughter so hard for spilling milk that the child’s cheek still bore a welt, and the second had kissed her sister’s husband behind the tavern.
Most people will fight when there is some hope of winning, no matter how slim. They are called brave. Onle a few will keep fighting when all hope is gone. They are called warriors.
Fa quod faciendum est.
It’s a wonderful thing to read about other people’s lives, but it’s important to live your own life too – no matter how challenging that life may sometimes be.
Sometimes, Belle, our troubles are too deep for words,” Lumiere said. “It’s at times like those when we need our friends the most.
I’m safer with the Tailor and Pretty Will and every thief and cutthroat in the bend than I am with Miss Josephine Montfort of Gramecy Park.
The truth is usually inappropriate,” Caroline said. “That’s why we avoid speaking of it.
There is magic in this sad, hard world. A magic stronger than fate, stronger than chance. And it is seen in the unlikeliest of places... It is the magic of a frail and falliable creature, one capable of both unspeakable cruelty and immense kindness. It lives inside every human being ready to redeem us. To transform us. To save us. If we can only find the courage to listen to it. It is the magic of the human heart.
Death wounds only is you let her.
But power is a treacherous thing; it’s bite is sweet, its kiss can sting and unless I’m much mistaken, it’s never given, always taken.
I think we all make mistakes. What matters is that we don’t let our mistakes make us.
Each queen was once a girl like you; told who to be and what to do. Not pretty, not pleasing, far too rough. Lacking, less than, not enough. Till wounded subjects, anguished dead, mattered more than things that others said. Then like a flag, her will unfold. Go now girl, remake the world!
His suffering will teach him kindness and compassion. He’ll find his heart again.
Humans are selfish creatures who can always be counted on to do the wrong thing.
The stomach is easily satisfied. It’s the hunger in our hearts that kills us.
If the countess was Death, then Death was a cheat.
One cannot find that which never existed!
And so the world reduces us, all three of us, to our lowest common denominator.
But what if you don’t like your own story. What then?
Never before have six direct descendants been of the same age at the same time – just as the original six were. – Vraja.