Fractured Fairy Tale Quotes

#1. No need to panic. I was the heroine in this story, so everything would get fixed somehow.

Betsy Schow

#2. A Baba Yaga never breaks a promise. Legs, yes. Hearts, occasionally. But never a promise.

Deborah Blake

#3. Don't spend two dollars to dry clean a shirt. Donate it to the Salvation Army instead. They'll clean it and put it on a hanger. Next morning buy it back for seventy-five cents.

Billiam Coronel

#4. Is this a Netherling flu?

A.G. Howard

#5. What manly task may I perform for you?"
"If you care for me at all, you'll slay a dragon."
"Such a simple task to prove my devotion? For you, I will gladly take up this quest. Why, by the age of ten, I had already felled my first ogre.

Betsy Schow

#6. I've got the perfect dress. It's going to knock your socks off."
Marcus wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but he couldn't wait to find out.

Deborah Blake

#7. Dear Grimm, we're not in Emerald anymore." I started to hyperventilate.

Rexi remained sprawled on her back. She barely opened an eye at my hysterics. "Duh.

Betsy Schow

#8. Verte was the kingdom's head sorceress, oracle, palace grump, and the only reason I hadn't died of sheer boredom.... One time, I blew up her caudron trying to make soup. In retaliation, she sent me a billy goat that ate my entire closet's contents.

Betsy Schow

#9. And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.

Callimachus

#10. I'm an intern with the Union of Fairy Godmothers...

Betsy Schow

#11. Girl of Emerald, no man can tame. Burn down the world, consumed by flames.

Betsy Schow

#12. Is he evil?" the dog asked, an eager gleam in his wide brown eyes. "If he's evil, I'd be happy to eat him for you.

Deborah Blake

#13. He flipped his spiked tail straight into the air in what could only be interpreted as an obscene gesture.

Rexi duplicated it in human form. "Right back atcha.

Betsy Schow

#14. You think this is a corsage? How adorably human of you.

A.G. Howard

#15. Swift justice demands more than just swiftness.

Potter Stewart

#16. is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way to death.

Anonymous

#17. Some things were only possible in fairy tales. And not the kind of fairy tales that Baba Yagas featured in; those tended not to have happy endings.

Deborah Blake

#18. An ill-worded wish is worse than a curse...

Betsy Schow

#19. You're exquisite. You're transcendent. And you are mine.

A.G. Howard

#20. Fold within fold, the beloved
drowns in its own being. This world
is drenched with that drowning.

Coleman Barks

#21. No way. I would rather lick a toad. I would let a wicked old hag bake me into gingerbread before I married this son of a bas-ilisk who had the gall to look amused while I hyperventilated.

Betsy Schow

#22. Alan Blunt got in touch with me and asked me to put you up here for the rest of the week, to pretend that you're my son. I have to say, you don't look anything like me."
"I don't look anything like myself either," Alex said.

Anthony Horowitz

#23. Though all the major fairy tale families were coming tonight, I wouldn't exactly call any of them friends. Aside from the once-a-year gathering, I never spoke to any of them, except the occasional chat on Flitter with Cinderella, since we shared a love of designer footwear.

Betsy Schow

#24. I think it's an individual thing. Your mountains are my molehills.

Jena Malone

#25. I don't believe things happen by accident. I think that everything that comes into our life, even the really hard things, are intended for good. That they can shape us positively if we'll embrace them and remain teachable and purpose to use that almost like fertilizer to grow out of the experience.

Michael Hyatt

#26. It was like a broken slot machine in the casino that pays off every time. It would keep paying off until someone said something about it; but no one who played the slot machine had any interest in pointing out that it was broken.

Michael Lewis

#27. A ferocious growl drew my gaze to the back of the room, where a hairy beast wore a yellow ball gown. I tried to block out the memory of Beauty in that dress earlier this evening.

Betsy Schow