Semi-Saracenic architecture, sustaining itself as if by miracle in mid air; glittering in the red sunlight with a hundred oriels, minarets, and pinnacles; and seeming the phantom handiwork, conjointly, of the Sylphs,... the Fairies,... the Genii, and ... the Gnomes.
Shams and delusions are esteemed for soundest truths, while reality is fabulous. If men would steadily observe realities only, and not allow themselves to be deluded, life ... would be like a fairy tale and the Arabian Nights' Entertainments.
There's a quality of legend about freaks. Like a person in a fairy tale who stops you and demands that you answer a riddle. Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats.
If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life.
Good guilt is a product of love and responsibility. It is a natural, positive instinct that parents and good child care providers have. If bad guilt is a monster, good guilt is a friendly fairy godmother, yakking away in your head to keep you alert to the needs of your baby.
We went to Ranelagh. It is a charming place; and the brilliancy of the lights, on my first entrance, made me almost think I was in some enchanted castle or fairy palace, for all looked like magic to me.
“Note that life after death, which still seems to you the essential thing, was itself a late revelation. God trained the Hebrews for centuries to believe in Him without promising them an after-life, and blessings on Him, he trained me in the same way for about a year. It is like the disguised prince in the fairy tale who wins the heroines love before she knows he is anything more than a woodcutter. What would be a bribe if it came first had better come last.”
~ I fell in love with u because of all the things u never knew you were doing. Now, everything I had fell in love with, slowly kills me inside. Its because of that reason I'm no longer going to let myself fall, for i no longer believe in such fairy tales. Love will be something of the past but will not be apart of my future. ~
The fairy godmother never came to turn her into a princess neither her prince came searching for her. But when she realized she is able to fight for her own, that day Cinderella turned into a warrior of real world.
'I have not been to a movie at the cinema for many years. I have not read any novels by Thomas Kenneally, Jeffrey Archer, Stephen King, or Dan Brown. I found 'The Da Vinci Code' so boring that I did not finish it. I think that J.K.Rowling's novels about Harry Potter rely too much on fairies, elves, and hobgoblins, which are completely outdated now. I tried to read 'The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo', by Stieg Larsson, but it did not appeal to me.
Let me tell you a fairy tale, my dear child. There was once a girl, so much like ice. Her existence was beautiful but cold at the same time she was like a rose, a white rose, preached on the highest branch of the tree. Then one day, she felt a brilliant aura surround her. She saw a beautiful creature pass by her. And you know what? She fell in love. She fell onto the ground. She dreamed during the day, her soft petals closed, and woke at night, her petals in full bloom. She didn't mind being trampled by shoes- sneakers, boots, heels. All of them. She didn't mind staining her white petals. One day, she again saw the creature. She beamed brightly and bloomed again. But, the creature trampled over her. Kicked her aside. She wilted, her petals fell off. She just wanted the creature to notice her. But it didn't. And you know what? She closed the eyes and let the misery overwhelm her. She was buried in the brown soil. Fairy tales, aren't true my child, fairy tales aren't true...