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“There were tales that only the island knew. Ones that had never been told. I knew, because I was one of them.”
― Spells for Forgetting
― Spells for Forgetting

“There's more than two to a story -- the doers, the done-tos, and the ones who interpret who's who.”
― Wake, Siren: Ovid Resung
― Wake, Siren: Ovid Resung

“In the North, fairytales and history were treated as one and the same because their stories and histories were all cursed. Some tales couldn't be written down without bursting in to flames, others couldn't leave the North, and many changed every time they were shared, becoming less and less real with every retelling. It was said that every Northern tale had started as true history, but over time, the Northern story curse had twisted all the tales until only bits of truth remained.
One of the stories Liana used to tell Evangeline was The Ballad of the Archer and the Fox, a romantic tale about a crafty peasant girl who could transform in to a fox and the young archer who loved her, but was cursed with the need to hunt her down and kill her.”
― Once Upon a Broken Heart
One of the stories Liana used to tell Evangeline was The Ballad of the Archer and the Fox, a romantic tale about a crafty peasant girl who could transform in to a fox and the young archer who loved her, but was cursed with the need to hunt her down and kill her.”
― Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Tales are as much the necessary fabric of our lives as our bodies are.”
― The Outlaws of Sherwood
― The Outlaws of Sherwood

“There's nothing in this world can make me joy.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man;
And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste,
That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.”
― King John
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man;
And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste,
That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.”
― King John

“I hope I've retold these stories honestly, but there was still joy and creation in the telling”
― Norse Mythology
― Norse Mythology

“Here there was a cheerful boy
At least he created tales and lived in joy.
Nursery rhymes his grandmother told,
Songs and tales emerged gladly in gold.
Caring heart, affection spoke loud as brighter,
He made the decision: he would be a writer!
Rising laughters, crying tears, many feelings,
Inserted everything and nothing was in vain.
So he transformed the ugly into beautiful,
Tales to amuse and make everyone sane,
In there he went, without daydreams or zeal.
As such it was born the icon of literature still.
No one denied he was exceedingly bountiful.
A ballerina loves the soldier in his world,
Nothing gets involved in his fairy tales,
Dancing from a poor weak boy to a king,
Eccentric prince of charm in winged corners!
Rare star of sweet tenderness,
Sensible and masterful in tenderness,
Emchanted kingdom of dreams and candor,
Now a divine fire of a soul he shines.
Havia um menino alegre porem so
Ao menos criava contos e deles vivia
Nas historias que contava sua avo,
Seus contos surgiam pois ele os via.
Carinho nao faltava em seu coracao ator,
Havia tomado a decisao: seria escritor!
Risos, lagrimas, sentimentos saos,
Inseria tudo e nada era em vao.
Transformava ate o feio em belo,
Inadvertia e divertia com seu elo,
Adiante ia, sem devaneios e zelo.
Nascia assim o icone da literatura.
A bailarina ama o soldado em seu mundo,
Nada se interpunha em seus contos de fadas,
De pobre menino fraco e cogitabundo,
Era principe de encantos em cantos alados!
Rara estrela de doce brandura,
Sensata e magistral em ternura,
Em seu reino de sonhos e candura,
No fogo divino de sua alma fulgura.”
― ACross Tic
At least he created tales and lived in joy.
Nursery rhymes his grandmother told,
Songs and tales emerged gladly in gold.
Caring heart, affection spoke loud as brighter,
He made the decision: he would be a writer!
Rising laughters, crying tears, many feelings,
Inserted everything and nothing was in vain.
So he transformed the ugly into beautiful,
Tales to amuse and make everyone sane,
In there he went, without daydreams or zeal.
As such it was born the icon of literature still.
No one denied he was exceedingly bountiful.
A ballerina loves the soldier in his world,
Nothing gets involved in his fairy tales,
Dancing from a poor weak boy to a king,
Eccentric prince of charm in winged corners!
Rare star of sweet tenderness,
Sensible and masterful in tenderness,
Emchanted kingdom of dreams and candor,
Now a divine fire of a soul he shines.
Havia um menino alegre porem so
Ao menos criava contos e deles vivia
Nas historias que contava sua avo,
Seus contos surgiam pois ele os via.
Carinho nao faltava em seu coracao ator,
Havia tomado a decisao: seria escritor!
Risos, lagrimas, sentimentos saos,
Inseria tudo e nada era em vao.
Transformava ate o feio em belo,
Inadvertia e divertia com seu elo,
Adiante ia, sem devaneios e zelo.
Nascia assim o icone da literatura.
A bailarina ama o soldado em seu mundo,
Nada se interpunha em seus contos de fadas,
De pobre menino fraco e cogitabundo,
Era principe de encantos em cantos alados!
Rara estrela de doce brandura,
Sensata e magistral em ternura,
Em seu reino de sonhos e candura,
No fogo divino de sua alma fulgura.”
― ACross Tic

“... for there was neither pride nor regret in his tone; indeed it kept its level note, as of one who tells a tale so well known that the words have been rubbed smooth of meaning.”
― The Complete Shorter Fiction of Virginia Woolf
― The Complete Shorter Fiction of Virginia Woolf

“Having a heart is terrible, but you still need one anyway.”
― How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories
― How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories
“If there was a group of men, one of them sipped his chai and told his story, and when he got to a point where he couldn’t continue, the point in the story I most wanted to hear, someone else
took a sip of his chai and began his own story, and so on and so forth, until everyone was given a say and not a single story was actually finished.”
― 99 Nights in Logar
took a sip of his chai and began his own story, and so on and so forth, until everyone was given a say and not a single story was actually finished.”
― 99 Nights in Logar
“Religion is the nurture of backbiting tales vomited by authoritarians, eaten by subalterns.”
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“Through stories and tales, we can bypass the egoistic conscious mind and see through the veil of our Limited Selves to a larger view of reality.”
― The Sun at Midnight: The Revealed Mysteries of the Ahlul Bayt Sufis
― The Sun at Midnight: The Revealed Mysteries of the Ahlul Bayt Sufis

“Tales and images transcend duality.”
― The Sun at Midnight: The Revealed Mysteries of the Ahlul Bayt Sufis
― The Sun at Midnight: The Revealed Mysteries of the Ahlul Bayt Sufis

“And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.”
― Four Comedies: The Taming of the Shrew, A Midsummer Night's Dream, As You Like It, Twelfth Night
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.”
― Four Comedies: The Taming of the Shrew, A Midsummer Night's Dream, As You Like It, Twelfth Night

“There have been many tales of mortal and immortals but no tales have been said of him. His name is Nikorah.”
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“In the tales told by mothers to their children through the ages of my land, there is always a common thread â€� in every happy ending there are the seeds of the next tragedy and in every deep calamity there is still the possibility to wrench happiness from the clawed fingers of fate.”
― Dance With The Sword
― Dance With The Sword

“Let's try again. Start over. It is so difficult to tell a story, to begin with a beginning, to finish with a beginning, to not get bogged down in details, in minor incidents, to skim over the events, pointing to them rapidly like Nadar in his balloon looking down over the city, taking in everything, all at once, but from a distance...”
― Exposition
― Exposition

“... torches on either side of it illuminated carvings that were equally intricate and far more inviting. Evangeline saw symbols from countless Northern tales and ballads: star-shaped keys and broken books, knights in armour, a crowned wolf's head, winged horses, bits of castles, arrows and foxes, and twining vines of harlequin lilies.”
― Once Upon a Broken Heart
― Once Upon a Broken Heart
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