Storybooks And Fairytales Quotes & Sayings

That continuous, unnamed ache I had been living with was precise and definable now. Call it the foretaste of being hated. I knew ahead of time that if someone looked at me with hate, I would have to allow it, to swallow it, because something in me, something about me deserved it. — Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston

Anyone who tells a lie has not a pure heart, and cannot make a good soup. — Ludwig Van Beethoven

What's the advantage to have hundreds of words to define stupidity, when the essence is always the same. — William C. Brown

We loved our homeland for thousands of years which cost us climate change and environmental degradation because we were too selfish to care about the nature, now it is time that we must love our world at least for a little time. — M.F. Moonzajer

Ishbel read maps like storybooks. She was getting off the island, and no one was going to stop her. That was all just romance, just fairytales, because anyone can leave the island. Since they built the bridge, leaving should be as easy as sticking your keys in the car ignition. But leaving is never easy. — Kirsty Logan

The exercise of my reason itself was forbidden. But the questions never stopped coming, eventually leading to this one: "Why would a benevolent God set up the world like this, marking one half of the population to be second-class citizens? Or was it just men who did this? — Ayaan Hirsi Ali

I was bullied as a kid, and I got a job on television. And I had a camera. And so I wanted to go after those business bullies. And I just have been following that instinct. — John Stossel

Dang! Look at that RAINBOW! Piper shouted, accidently spewing bits of apple pie from her overstuffed mouth. All quickly turned and saw ...
... exactly what Piper claimed, a rainbow. — Victoria Forester

Why does even the best person hold back something from another? Why not say directly what we feel if we know that what we entrust won't be scattered to the winds? As it is, everyone looks much tougher than he really is, as if he felt it'd be an insult to his feeling if he expressed them too readily. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky