Sophie School For Good And Evil Quotes

Only once you destroy who you think you are can you embrace who you truly are.

You’re not evil, Sophie," Agatha whispered, touching her decayed cheek. "You’re human." Sophie smiled weakly. “Only if I have you.

Agatha: "If you say anything smug or stuck-up or shallow, I'll have Reaper follow you home." Sophie: "But then I can't talk!

Everytime you do a Good Deed with true intention, your soul grows purer.

And Sophie and Agatha lived happily ever after, for girls don't need princes for love to call... No, they don't need princes in their fairy tales at all

Sophie: "For the Create-A-Tale Competition, your story ended with Snow White eaten by vultures and Cinderella drowning her-self in a tub." Agatha: "I thought it was a better ending.

You see, it doesn’t matter what we are, Sophie.” Lady Lesso leaned so close she just had to whisper. “It’s what we do.

I'm afraid I've already found my Ever After, Hort," said Sophie. "What? With who?" Hort asked, aghast. "On my own," she said, her voice sure and clear. "I'm happy on my own." And for the first time, she knew it was true.

It doesn't matter what we are, it matters what we do.

Sophie and Agatha locked eyes one last time but neither screamed for the other. Once true loves, the two girls now pulled apart like strangers, each in the arms of a boy, Good with Good, Evil with Evil... Both of their wishes granted.

It wasn't goodbye forever. Only goodbye for now. And if ever the distance was too much to bear, she would just look inside her heart, for Agatha was already there.

It doesn’t matter if you’re a Never, Ever, or whatever. In the end, the fairest of them all wins.

Beauty is a full-time job.

Even fairy tales have limits," said Sophie. "Three people can't have an Ever After. Not without me being alone.

Hold on to me!” Tedros yelled, hacking briars with his training sword.Dazed, Agatha clung to his chest as he withstood thorn lashes with moans of pain. Soon he had the upper hand and pulled Agatha from the Woods towards the spiked gates, which glowed in recognition and pulled apart, cleaving a narrow path for the two Evers. As the gates speared shut behind them,Agatha looked up at limping Tedros, crisscrossed with bloody scratches, blue shirt shredded away. “Had a feeling Sophie was getting in through the Woods,” he panted, hauling her up into slashed arms before she could protest. “So Professor Dovey gave me permission to take some fairies and stakeout the outer gates. Should have known you’d be here trying to catch her yourself.” Agatha gaped at him dumbly. “Stupid idea for a princess to take on witches alone,” Tedros said, dripping sweat on her pink dress. “Where is she?” Agatha croaked. “Is she safe?” “Not a good idea for princesses to worry about witches either,” Tedros said, hands gripping her waist. Her stomach exploded with butterflies. “Put me down,” she sputtered— “More bad ideas from the princess.” “Put me down!”Tedros obeyed and Agatha pulled away. “I’m not a princess!” she snapped, fixing her collar. “If you say so,” the prince said, eyes drifting downward.Agatha followed them to her gashed legs, waterfalls of brilliant blood. She saw blood blurring— Tedros smiled. “One . . . two . . . three . . .”She fainted in his arms. “Definitely a princess,” he said.

This was about two sides warring for love. She and Tedros fighting for Good. Sophie and the School Master fighting for Evil. Once upon a time, she and her best friend tried to find a happy ending together. Now only one of them could come out alive.

First time I told my dad I liked a girl, he slathered me in honey and sealed me in a bear den for a night. Haven’t liked one since.” “First time I told my mother I fancied someone, she baked me in an oven for an hour,” Mona agreed, green skin paling. “I never think about boys now.” “First time I liked a boy, my dad killed him.” The group stopped and stared at Arachne. “Maybe Sophie just had bad parents,” she said.

But as they grew closer and closer, Sophie had opened Agatha's wings to a love so strong she thought it would last forever. It was she and Sophie against the world. But on that first day of school, watching Sophie with a prince, Agatha realized how blind she'd been. The bond between two girls, no matter how fierce or loyal, changed once a boy came between them.

This time Sophie felt very different in Rafal's arms as he flew over the bay. Instead of safe, she felt scared; instead of loved, she felt caged.

Because life was fleeting and pointless unless you let yourself enjoy it, savor it, down to its lightest, most insignificant moments.

It's not what we are, Sophie. It's what we do.

Reaper?” Tedros blurted. “If you think for one second I’m allowing that Satan-worshipper in my castle—” “Your castle? I thought it was our castle.” “Which means we get a pet we both like.” “No Reaper, no me.” “No you, then.” “You puffed-up, lily-livered, mule-headed—” Agatha stopped and saw Sophie goggling at the two of them. “I really am better off, aren’t I?” said Sophie. All three of them burst into laughter.

So go into the Woods and get your Sophie back!” Tedros retorted. “Why don’t you go and get your Filip back!” Agatha barked— Then slowly, they both blushed to silence, realizing they were talking about the same person.

This is no longer a tale about whether you will find fame or fortune or your perfect little happy ending. This is a tale about whether you are capable of growing from the snake of your own story into the hero of someone else's.

You aren’t jealous that Agatha gets a boy and a crown and a kingdom and everything else?” Hort pressed in disbelief. “You aren’t jealous that Agatha’s a queen?” He saw her stop at the gates, faced away as students streamed past. “A tiny bit, of course,” she said softly. “But then I remember . .  .” Sophie looked back, smiling bright as a diamond. “I’m me.

Agatha kissed Sophie’s cold lips.

Sophie, however, remained in place, buffing her ragged nails until she heard the deafening crash. Nonchalant, she crawled over the mass of moaning bodies at the door, wondering how boys had ever survived this long in nature if they didn’t even have the common sense to take turns going down stairs.

if you want to talk to me, you can wait in line with everyone else

Villains are the ones closest to us. Villains in the cloaks of best friends. Oh, yes, she'd be at this circus. Because Sader was right. This was never Sophie's fairy tale. It was her.

Sophie bristled. “About to die with your beloved prince and still thinking about me. My story will go on without you, Agatha. I don’t need you anymore or your pity, like one of your decrepit cats. I’m no longer your Good Deed.” “But I’m still yours,” said Agatha. “Because without your love, I’d never have become who I really am. So even if I die, I’ll always be your Good Deed, Sophie. And no Evil in the world will ever erase that.

Either you’re lying again or you’re as stupid as you look. You ditch me first year for him when you were a girl. You ditch me second year for him when you were a boy. You lie and cheat and steal for him while he treats you like crap, and I help you and care for you and worship you like a queen while you treat me like crap! What does that guy have that I don’t? What makes him so lovable and me so unworthy? Know how many times I’ve asked myself that question, Sophie? How many times I’ve studied him like a book or sat in the dark picturing every last shred of him, trying to understand why he’s more of a person than me? Or why the moment he’s gone, you take a ring from the School Master—or Raphael or Michelangelo or Donatello or whatever you want to call him to make yourself feel better—just because he looks like you want him to look and says what you want to hear? When you could have had someone who’s honest and kind and real?

Agatha finally understood. There was no kiss because there would never be a kiss. Sophie had no intention of them going home. Ever.

We’ll solve it,” her roommates pounced. “You will?” Sophie blinked. “You know how badly you want to go home?” said Hester. “We want you to go home more,” said Anadil. “Well,

Get on, you dimwit!” she shouted at Sophie. “Without a saddle?” Sophie scoffed. “It’ll leave chafe marks.

We should have known. Anyone who likes Sophie is bound to be horrible,

But I'm still yours," said Agatha. "Because without your love, I'd never have become who I really am. So even if I die, I'll always be your Good Deed, Sophie. And no evil in the world will ever erase that.

Have you seen my pajamas?” Hort whimpered outside Sophie’s door. “The ones with frogs?” Swaddled in his tattered bedsheets, Sophie stared at a window she’d sealed dark with a black blanket. “My father made them for me,” Hort sniffled. “I can’t sleep without them.

It’s supposed to be love at first sight. That’s how fairy tales work!” “Time for Plan B.” “Then again, he didn’t say no,” Sophie said hopefully. “Perhaps it didn’t go so badly.” Dot rushed up. “Everyone’s saying you called Tedros a liar, threw poo in his face, and licked his feet!” Sophie turned to Agatha. “What’s Plan B?

Agatha pinched her arm playfully. 'I really do like this new Sophie who eats honeycake, is the queen of candy, and makes feasting a priority while in the throes of danger.' 'You know how one day you woke up and discovered boys aren't the toxic poison you thought they were? Well, boys and cake have a lot in common, it turns out," Sophie said with a wink.

Hester beat Sophie with a pillow

We demand our release!” Agatha cried. Silence. Sophie dropped to her knees. “Oh please, sir, we beg for mercy!

Sophie piddled half of a chicken breast and a bit of cabbage onto her plate. She hesitated, then added a teaspoon of ice cream.

Name something else that starts with F,” Sophie whispered.

You know why Sophie lost those challenges? She wanted to keep me safe!

You don't ever leave your house.' 'People don't look at me there.

Sophie, meanwhile, had chosen an elegant, chestnut-skinned Arabian mare named Nellie Mae, with a striking white tail.

Agatha gasped, and Sophie ran around the lectern like a headless chicken—

Sophie’s eyes suddenly popped. “Here it comes,” Dot mumbled.

Helga’s gray pupils glued to the ground, unable to look at her student for a long time. Slowly, her long white hair retracted into her skull, growing scratchy and short. The grooves of her face magically deepened and the skin hardened to a leathery tan beneath a growing white beard. Her cheeks hollowed, her nose fattened, her eyebrows bushied, her body burlying to a barrel shape . . . until at last Yuba the Gnome gazed up at his former students, in the same lavender dress and wobbly heels. “Do you mind if I change?” he asked quietly. Sophie gawped at her old Forest Group teacher, morphed from a girl into a boy. She twirled to Agatha, appalled. “That’s how you want us to get in the boys’ school? By turning us into . . . gnomes?” Agatha banged her head against the wall.

Sophie blinked at her. “You eavesdropped on everything we were saying?” “Eavesdropped? You were yelling,” said Beatrix, looking up. “About the Lion,” said Anadil. “And the kiss,” said Nicola. “And how you don’t know his name,” said Hort, stonefaced. “Sophie kisses Rafal, Sophie kisses Tedros, now Sophie kisses Lion with No Name,” said Kiko. “My mother said kiss too many boys and you turn into a snail.” “Preach,” said Hester. Sophie

He looked at her, a scared boy in a man-wolf's body. "I love you Sophie," he breathed. "I love everything about you. Even the terrible parts of you. They're as beautiful as the good parts. I knew from the moment I met you that I couldn't love anyone else. Not like I love you. I tried, Sophie. I tried to let you go. But love doesn't give you that choice. Not real love. At least you'll know now. That your story had a happy ending all along. That you had true love. Always.

Sophie gawped at her old Forest Group teacher, morphed from a girl into a boy. She twirled to Agatha, appalled. “That’s how you want us to get in the boys’ school? By turning us into . . . gnomes?” Agatha banged her head against the wall.

Evergirls and Nevergirls huddled side by side, watching a ghostly scene unfold atop the pages of A Student’s Revised History of the Woods to finish an assignment. Above their heads, murals of an idyllic school of girls presiding over enslaved boys, watermarked with Sophie’s and Agatha’s deified faces, stretched down the long dormitory walls.

I loved her so much,” he mumbled behind her, almost to himself. “I tried to make her wish come true. I tried to fix the story like a prince is supposed to. Kill the witch, kiss his princess. That’s how fairy tales work. That’s what she asked for.” His voice broke. “But I would have let Sophie live if it meant having Agatha forever. I would have kissed her right there and we would have had The End.

But it wasn’t Sophie. Or Evelyn.