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Grim Tales Quotes By Kate Coombs

What are you going to do now?' She faced him.
What I've always wanted. I'm leaving this stupid kingdom to make my fortune, like a prince in one of the tales.'
They're not true you know,' Cam said quietly. Meg stared at him for a long, grim moment.
Yes they are,' she hissed....
Cam spoke in the sudden silence. 'Look, Meg. I'm not saying princes don't have adventures. But I'll bet a lot of them get eaten by the first dragon they com to. — Kate Coombs

Grim Tales Quotes By Regina Brett

Sometimes you have to censor books. When I read 'Peter Rabbit,' I skip the part about Peter's father ending up in one of Mrs. McGregor's pies. I also hid the book of 'Grimm Fairy Tales.' They're just too grim for my grandkids. Reality will come soon enough. — Regina Brett

Grim Tales Quotes By Robin Jarvis

Many grim tales stem from your green lands, and still deeds both noble and evil shall yet unfold there. — Robin Jarvis

Grim Tales Quotes By Azar Nafisi

Nabokov calls every great novel a fairy tale, I said. Well, I would agree. First, let me remind you that fairy tales abound with frightening witches who eat children and wicked stepmothers who poison their beautiful stepdaughters and weak fathers who leave their children behind in forests. But the magic comes from the power of good, that force which tells us we need not give in to the limitations and restrictions imposed on us by McFate, as Nabokov called it.
Every fairy tale offers the potential to surpass present limits, so in a sense the fairy tale offers you freedoms that reality denies. In all great works of fiction, regardless of the grim reality they present, there is an affirmation of life against the transience of that life, an essential defiance. — Azar Nafisi

Grim Tales Quotes By John Wilmot

After Death nothing is, and nothing, death,
The utmost limit of a gasp of breath.
Let the ambitious zealot lay aside
His hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride;
Let slavish souls lay by their fear
Nor be concerned which way nor where
After this life they shall be hurled.
Dead, we become the lumber of the world,
And to that mass of matter shall be swept
Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept.
Devouring time swallows us whole.
Impartial death confounds body and soul.
For Hell and the foul fiend that rules
God's everlasting fiery jails
(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),
With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,
Are senseless stories, idle tales,
Dreams, whimseys, and no more. — John Wilmot