Serena Valentino Quotes

To die, one must first have been alive. And the Beast could finally say that by finding love, he had lived.

The words wounded deeper than the bruises and the scars from any physical pain he inflicted on me. At least those wounds healed.

I cannot live in fear of losing him, for fear of not living my life at all.

She honestly didn’t know what was worse: living her life in the dream world, or living in a world where everyone lied to her.

Well, well, my dear. Are we so brokenhearted as that? Is the loss of that terrible prince really worth your life?

Magic Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?

So many books to read and worlds to escape into, so much history to learn. No matter what was happening, no matter how distressing it was, all she had to do was go to the library and it would all be well in her world

Practically every princess in peril has been saved by Love's First Kiss! For goodness' sake, between witches and fairies, can't we think of something more original? I'm weary of this. Why must a young girl need a man to save her? Why can't a princess fight for her own life, break her own curse? Why must it always be a prince? By Hades, I want to kill Prince Phillip on principle, just so we don't have yet one more prince kissing some helpless sleeping girl, making her feel like she has to marry him out of gratitude.

Only one thing comforted him: he had finally learned what it was to love. And the feeling was deeper and more meaningful than anything he’d felt before. He felt like he was dying. To die, one must have first been alive. And the Beast could finally say that by finding love, he had lived.

How do you honor a witch who betrayed you?

It was strange having so much knowledge at once and having so little power to direct her own fate. But she listened, she watched, and she learned.

To die, one must have first been alive. And the Beast could finally say that by finding love, he had lived.

We will be different people after tonight. Different versions of ourselves.

In the end, everything isn't always as black-and-white as the markings on a Dalmatian puppy. Even for an evil thing like Cruella De Vil.

We're not here to discuss Maleficent! Her story is too long and complicated to debate in the time we have left...

His eyes looked cruel, piercing, almost like those of a wolf seeking his prey, and his mouth looked thinner, more sinister than it had looked before.

Hate—true hate—wasn’t just conjured; it was birthed.

You have to watch our for the quiet ones. Take some advice from me. The quiet observant girls are the deadliest.

It had become quite clear to me that I gated being told what to do. I wanted to be independent.

his enemies would make him suffer even more for the pain he had caused so many before he became a beast.

Because she didn’t love herself. She feared rejection because she was so unlike anyone she’d ever known. She was so full of fear that she sequestered herself away.

So what if she was more interested in reading about princesses than being one herself?

Sometimes we create images of the people we love and hate in our minds, and those images override what we see with our eyes, even when they are right in front of us. Even if we've imagined them to be monsters, to see them as they truly are with our eyes and our hearts is sometimes shocking.

Christmastime was always my favorite time of year. It did something to me. It made me softer. More kindhearted. Not an affliction I fall prey to lately. But back then I loved the days leading up to Christmas almost as much as I loved the day itself.

The old queen had failed them so miserably... She was such a bitter disappointment. But Ursula was different. There was no one to distract her, no one for her to love. She was alone in the world, alone in her grief, and alone with her pain. No, she wouldn't disappoint them. Unlike the old queen, Ursula would be able to fill her heart with hate.

Countless stories like this have been told over the years, and how do they end? Always in misery for the wicked queen or witch, always with death. And always she was wronged in some way, by something or some person who set her on this path.

I didn't like that person inside me who said and did awful things. But sometimes it felt as if I had no control over her.

It is our lot to lose our loves and feel our hearts break in the wake of that loss.

She had power over him now, the way he'd had it over her for so many years.

were holding a mirror up to the monster within, which was longing to escape

She felt thankful her father always gave her the freedom to express herself how she wished and live her life the way she thought was right. He allowed her to be herself.

What sort of woman would do that—give up her life so easily, sacrificing her freedom for her father’s? The Beast wondered if he was capable of such a sacrifice. He wondered if he was capable of love.

Tulip looks beautiful. More importantly, she looks happy! And she’s living her life as she chooses.

Don’t let yourselves get caught up in someone else’s story. Stick to your own tale, my darlings. Write your own ending

The world is dark, selfish, and cruel. If it finds the slightest ray of sunshine, it destroys it,

No wonder men didn't take women seriously; they had classes in walking while men learned ancient languages.

It was a curious sensation, as if she had never known what it was to feel alive until that moment.

The

You are beautiful, my dear, truly. Do not ever forget that, even if I am not here to remind you.

Suddenly, a brilliant burst of green light shot up from the highest tower, warning every nearby creature that Maleficent was in a terrible rage.

The sky, they thought, was particularly breathtaking at twilight; it was their magic hour, when everything looked perfect and they felt anything was possible.

(...) She realised she had lost something of herself over the past six years. She had lost her edge, her wit and her stoicism. She had become softer and she resolved to find herself again

Belle, so brave and noble—willing to take her father’s place as a prisoner in the castle dungeon. What sort of woman would do that—give up her life so easily, sacrificing her freedom for her father’s?

Why must a young girl need a man to save her? Why can’t a princess fight for her own life, break her own curse? Why must it always be a prince? By Hades, I want to kill Prince Phillip on principle, just so we don’t have yet one more prince kissing some helpless sleeping girl, making her feel like she has to marry him out of gratitude.

Tulip hated this feeling. The last time she had felt this way, she had been utterly humiliated and deeply hurt. She couldn't imagine allowing herself to be charmed by another handsome man only to be heartbroken again. But she was different now, wasn't she? Stronger, bolder, and indeed more worldly.

Martha spoke again. “In case you’ve forgotten, here are the rules, Beast, laid out by all the sisters: You must love her and that love must be returned with true love’s kiss, before your twenty first birthday. She may use the mirror as you do, to see into the world beyond your kingdom, but she must never know the details of the curse or how it’s to be broken. You will notice she sees the castle and its enchantments differently than yourself. The most terrifying aspects of the curse are reserved for you.

a lovely little creature of three or four with a joyous bounce in her step and an inextinguishable sparkle of happiness twinkling in her eyes.

The only person who killed almost as many animals as the Prince was his good friend Gaston

It's hard to feel sorry for those willing to fling themselves into disaster. They are their own undoing, my dear. They bring it upon themselves. They don't merit your pity.

but I cannot live in fear of losing him, for fear of not living my life at all. May

That's my point. Almost all of us have been hurt by our families, but look at us now, making families of our own, with people we choose to love,

Now go. Don’t look back. I couldn’t bear to see you looking back at me while you go,

Maleficent had come to realize it was her fondness for Opal that allowed her to see though her eyes.

Don’t forget, Beast, true love, both given and received, before the last petal falls.

But of course, isn't it always the case that the higher you fly, the farther you fall? And I would indeed fall, farther than I could have possibly imagined.

You’ll soon learn most of our stories are quite the same, James. I’m sure you’ll find all of us are either running away from or running to something.

You’re running toward your fate, a better life, and you still have it all before you. You get to choose the sort of man you want to be. It’s your choice, James, no one else's.

please calm down! I’m getting the tea! Every conversation is better over tea!

But she was different now, wasn't she? Stronger, bolder, and indeed more worldly.

But I'd course, isn't it always the case that the higher you fly, the farther you fall?

She seemed to love beautiful, delicate things, and I wondered if she had lived, would she have loved me, too, ugly as I was?

My ghosts weren't ghosts anymore. They were people and they loved me. Anita was right. They were my family.

Don’t let yourselves get caught up in someone else’s story. Stick to your own tale, my darlings. Write your own ending if you need to.

but I cannot live in fear of losing him, for fear of not living my life at all.

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But your thirst for knowledge has sparked life back into us, and for that we are grateful.

Her name is Aurora, for she is my shining light in the darkness.

proper marrying age, and I would not see her

All of this probably sounds foolish (...) unless you have fallen in love. If you have been lucky enough to have love hit you like a lightning bolt then you don't need any convincing.

I only wish I could describe it more accurately, because it's not the design I'm trying to describe as much as the feeling it evokes when I think of it. A sense of home how does one describe that?

You’d think the fairies would have thought of something more creative. Practically every princess in peril has been saved by Love’s First Kiss! For goodness’ sake, between witches and fairies, can’t we think of something more original? I’m weary of this. Why must a young girl need a man to save her? Why can’t a princess fight for her own life, break her own curse? Why must it always be a prince? By Hades, I want to kill Prince Phillip on principle, just so we don’t have yet one more prince kissing some helpless sleeping girl, making her feel like she has to marry him out of gratitude.

Each time he returned from battle he was a little less himself—and a little bit more at the same time. The experience seemed to both harrow his soul and enrich his understanding of the evils the world held.

into the West Wing. Not even the sisters came to this part of the castle. He had escaped their mockery for long stretches of time when he spent most of his days here in the beginning—hiding away, letting his anger swell to epic proportions, fearful of what he was becoming, yet intrigued concurrently. It had been that way at first, hadn’t it? Intriguing. The subtle differences in his features, the lines around his eyes that frightened his foes when he narrowed them. Using a look rather than words to strike fear into his enemies was very useful indeed. He had looked upon himself in the mirror in those days, trying to distinguish

I think it was because no one loved her.” “Why?” asked the child. “Because she didn’t love herself. She feared rejection because she was so unlike anyone she’d ever known. She was so full of fear that she sequestered herself away.

She couldn’t act like a mother if she tried!” said Martha. “This is even better than I thought it would be!” said Ruby, laughing so hard she fell to the floor and rolled around in fits. Soon Martha joined her, and the two were laughing so hard they were crying, causing their makeup to drip down their hysterical faces.

¿Por qué una joven necesita que un hombre la salve? ¿Por qué no puede una princesa luchar por su propia vida, romper su propia maldición? ¿Por qué debe haber siempre un príncipe? Por Hades, quiero matar al príncipe Phillip por una cuestión de principios, para que no tengamos otra vez a un príncipe que besa a una chica durmiente indefensa y que luego ella sienta que tiene que casarse con él para darle las gracias.

after many hours of feasting and dance, the King and Queen took their sleeping girl to her bedchamber. “Good night, little bird,” said the Queen as she kissed Snow. The girl’s cheek felt as soft as silk on the Queen’s lips. She left the child to her dreams. She was sure they were filled with lovely ladies spinning in circles and colorful dresses and banners swirling all around her. The King took his new wife by the hand and led her to their chamber. The sun, now coming through their curtains, was casting an otherworldly glow. They stood there for a moment looking at each other. Bliss. “I see you have opened my gift,” the King said looking at the mirror. The mirror was oval-shaped and beautifully ornate, gilded, with serpentine designs around the perimeter, and crowned with an engraving of a headpiece fit for a Queen. It was nearly perfect. But something about it made her feel that same uneasiness that had shaken her before the ceremony. Her chest tightened and the room suddenly felt oppressively confining. “What is the matter, my love?” the King asked. The Queen moved to speak, but she could not. “You don’t like it?” he asked, looking crestfallen. “No, my love, it…I’m just…tired. So tired,” she finally muttered. But she couldn’t take her eyes off of the mirror.

Only one thing comforted him: he had finally learned what it was to love. And the feeling was deeper and more meaningful than anything he'd felt before. He felt like he was dying. To die, one must have first been alive. And the Beast could finally say that by finding love, he had lived.

She smiled again, taking one last look at the Prince and Belle dancing in the great hall before wiping their image from the enchanted mirror, leaving them to live and love happily ever after.

She felt thankful her father always gave her the freedom to express herself how she wished and live her life the way she thought was right. He allowed her to be herself,

No," said James with a smile. "But I am the pirate from my story.

Distinguish yourself. [Mama] wanted me to be more like her. But Papa had always wanted me to be my own woman. He wanted me to distinguish myself from my mother.

The only indication of what he had once been was his soulful blue eyes, which teemed with humanity. Those hadn’t changed. They were still his.

Of course, there were indeed things about her that he loved. He loved her beauty, her coyness, and her keeping her opinions to herself. There was nothing he hated more than a girl with too many opinions of her own.

He liked that she showed no interest in books, and that she didn’t prattle on about her pastimes. In fact, he had no idea how she spent her time when she wasn’t in his company. It was as if she didn’t exist when she wasn’t with him. He imagined her sitting in a little chair in her father’s castle, waiting for him to send for her.

They didn’t choose to be rulers of this land, and they were nothing like the queens who came before them, but they were making the lands their own and creating something new and unique. They weren’t falling into bitterness and despair; they were creating something beautiful.

He was beautiful, but even more so in his formal attire, with his dark hair and pale eyes. His glistening sword hung at his side, and his tall boots shined in the candlelight.

Realizing one’s dreams can be a terrifying venture, for fear they don’t meet one’s expectations

love conquers all.

He remembered stories the prince read to him about a coven of witches with an army of skeletons that attacked entire villages, killing everyone, including the children.

I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Mrs. Potts. Not anymore.

closer to your goal, and that is always frightening, my son, because realizing one’s dreams can be a terrifying venture, for fear they don’t meet one’s expectations.

It had been his experience that most did not listen when oracles of another faith spoke their truth.

No doubt you will have to wade through some ugly ducklings before you find your princess, but won’t it be worth it? What of your friend who had such a ball? Wasn’t it a great success after the matter of the glass slipper was sorted?

He couldn’t escape the feeling of being watched, and had almost gotten used to it. Almost.

The castle felt like a prison, and as large as it was, it confined him, choking the life out of him.

dear friend, we need to find you a proper lady. A princess! Someone like the princess Morningstar over there. Now, she is a delight! No talk of books from her! I bet she’s never read even a single book or had a thought of her own!” The Prince thought that was a very good quality in a woman.

No, I meant Tulip. Your words led me to believe she’d thrown herself off the cliffs of her father’s shores.” Lucinda answered, “She did, my dear, but was saved by our friend Ursula.

She wondered how the women from the stories she loved to read could bear it. Sitting around all day so idle, just waiting to hear the day’s news from men. But that was exactly what she was doing now, wasn’t it?

He saw that now, for the first time. He saw how vile he’d become, and he felt he deserved Circe’s punishment. Perhaps this, right here, was his punishment: never knowing what it was to love.