Sleeper And The Spindle Quotes

I like stories where women save themselves.

You don’t need princes to save you. I don’t have a lot of patience for stories in which women are rescued by men.

There are choices," she thought, when she had sat long enough. "There are always choices.

Learning how to be strong, to feel her own emotions and not another's, had been hard; but once you learned the trick of it, you did not forget.

But the path to her death, heartbeat by heartbeat, would be inevitable.

Well,” said the third. “Somebody’s got to do the honours.” “I shall,” said the queen, gently. She lowered her face to the sleeping woman’s. She touched the pink lips to her own carmine lips and she kissed the sleeping girl long and hard.

She wondered how she would feel to be a married woman. It would be the end of her life, she decided, if life was a time of choices.

Names. Names. The old woman squinted, then she shook her head. She was herself, and the name she had been born with had been eaten by time and lack of use.

Learning how to be strong, to feel her own emotions and not another’s, had been hard; but once you learned the trick of it, you did not forget.

It would be the end of her life, she decided, if life was a time of choices. In a week from now, she would have no choices.

There are choices, she thought, when she had sat long enough. There are always choices. She made one.

A la reina le había costado aprender a ser fuerte, a sentir sus propias emociones y no las de otra persona; pero quien aprende esa lección ya nunca lo olvida. Y ella no deseaba gobernar continentes”.

She called for her fiance and told him not to take on so, and that they would still be married, even if he was but a prince and she a queen, and she chucked him beneath his pretty chin and kissed him until he smiled.

children. Perhaps she would die in childbirth, perhaps she would die as an old woman, or in battle. But the path to her death, heartbeat by heartbeat, would be inevitable.

A vuelo de pájaro, era el reino más cercano al de la reina, pero ni siquiera los pájaros volaban sobre él".

Hizo llamar también a su prometido y le dijo que no se preocupara, que tenía intención de seguir adelante con la boda aunque él fuera sólo un príncipe y ella una reina, y, tras darle unos tironcillos bajo la hermosa barbilla, lo besó hasta lograr que sonriera.

Hoe wilden ze haar dan wakker maken,' vroeg de middelste dwerg, die nog altijd zijn edelsteen vastklemde, want hij vond hoofdzaken belangrijk. 'Op de gebruikelijke manier,' zei de dienstmeid blozend. 'Zo gaan de verhalen tenminste.' 'Juist,' zei de grootste dwerg. 'Dus door een kom koud water in haar gezicht te gooien en heel hard "Wakker worden!" te roepen?

Goed,' zei de dwerg met de bruine baard. 'Als we pal naar het westen lopen kunnen we aan het eind van de week bij de bergen zijn, en dan ben je binnen tien dagen weer in je paleis in Kanselaire.' 'Ja,' zei de koningin... Er zijn keuzes, dacht ze toen ze lang genoeg had gezeten. Er zijn altijd keuzes. Ze maakte er een. De koningin begon te lopen en de dwergen volgden haar. 'Je weet toch wel dat we naar het oosten lopen, hè?' vroeg een van de dwergen. 'Jazeker,' zei de koningin. 'Dan is het goed,' zei de dwerg. Ze liepen naar het oosten, met z'n vieren, weg van de zonsondergang en het land dat ze kenden, de nacht in.

The more powerful and frequent an individual’s sleep spindles, the more resilient they are to external noises that would otherwise awaken the sleeper.

Wake her how?” asked the middle-sized dwarf, hand still clutching his rock, for he thought in essentials. “The usual method,” said the pot-girl, and she blushed. “Or so the tales have it.” “Right,” said the tallest dwarf. “So, bowl of cold water poured on the face and a cry of ‘Wakey! Wakey!’?