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“It is also a warning. It is a warning that, if nobody reads the writing on the wall, man will be reduced to the state of the beast, whom he is shaming by his manners.”
― Mahatma Gandhi, Gandhi: An Autobiography

“Lisa Smith-Batchen, the amazingly sunny and pixie-tailed ultrarunner from Idaho who trained through blizzards to win a six-day race in the Sahara, talks about exhaustion as if it's a playful pet. 'I love the Beast,' she says. 'I actually look forward to the Beast showing up, because every time he does, I handle him better. I get him more under control.' Once the Beast arrives, Lisa knows what she has to deal with and can get down to work. And isn't that the reason she's running through the desert in the first place-to put her training to work? To have a friendly little tussle with the Beast and show it who's boss? You can't hate the Beast and expect to beat it; the only way to truly conquer something, as every great philosopher and geneticist will tell you , is to love it.”
― Christopher McDougall, Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen

“It was, he felt, a persistent flaw in his wife's otherwise practical and sensible character that she believed, against all evidence, that he was a man of many talents. He knew he had hidden depths. There was nothing in them that he'd like to see float to the surface. They contained things that should be left to lie.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

“Strictly by accident, Scott stumbled upon the most advanced weapon in the ultrarunner's arsenal: instead of cringing from fatigue, you embrace it. You refuse to let it go. You get know it so well, you're not afraid of it anymore[...]You can't hate the Beast and expect to beat it; the only way to truly conquer something, as every great philosopher and geneticist will tell you, is to love it.”
― Christopher McDougall, Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen

“And John Kearns whispered into my ear: "Do you see it now? *You* are the nest. *You* are the hatchling. *You* are the chrysalis. *You* are the progeny. *You* are the rot that falls from the stars. All of us--you and I and poor, dear Pellinore. Behold the face of the magnificum, child. And despair."

Though I was sickened by the sight, I looked. In the bower of the beast at the top of the world, I beheld the face of the magnificum, and I did not turn away.”
― Rick Yancey, The Isle of Blood

“There was always one. Every village seemed to have one young woman who believed her beauty could somehow magically protect her from a monster. Somehow, they would be special enough to tame the Beast.
They were always wrong.”
― Kerrelyn Sparks, How to Tame a Beast in Seven Days

“And He will judge and will forgive all, the good and the evil, the wise and the meek . . . And when He has done with all of them, then He will summon us. ‘You too come forth,â€� He will say, ‘Come forth ye drunkards, come forth, ye weak ones, come forth, ye children of shame!â€� And we shall all come forth, without shame and shall stand before him. And He will say unto us, ‘Ye are swine, made in the Image of the Beast and with his mark; but come ye also!â€� And the wise ones and those of understanding will say, ‘Oh Lord, why dost Thou receive these men?â€� And He will say, ‘This is why I receive them, oh ye wise, this is why I receive them, oh ye of understanding, that not one of them believed himself to be worthy of this.â€� And He will hold out His hands to us and we shall fall down before him . . . and we shall weep . . . and we shall understand all things! Then we shall understand everything! . . . and all will understand”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

“The history of the Beast is fulfilled, and in humility it awaits a double death —the physical annihilation and the obliteration of the recollection to itself.”
― Ulrich Horstmann , Das Untier. Konturen einer Philosophie der Menschenflucht

“Dark golden strands of hair fall over the face of a fallen angel. Strong jaw, proud nose, dark brows and a hard, twisted mouth. But his eyesâ€� They aren’t what I expected to see. They are
empty. Cold. Eyes of a true monster.
Promise me.
I promised. And I can see it now. This is not my Beast.
He sneers. “You’re no savior. I know exactly what you are. You’re the bitch that thinks to
banish me. From my own house, no less. Harridan,� he accuses, his fury rising with each word.
My Beast could never be so cruel. “Trespasser. Interloper. Whore!� No, this is not my Beast.
But this was my Beast.
Before he became cursed.”
― Alianne Donnelly, The Beast

“Dawn.
The transformation is gruesome and brings me to my feet. My legs nearly buckle, but I stumble to the doorway, terrified for the man-beast in the destroyed room.
He screams and roars, shaking with pain, and grief, and such horrible shame. My heart bleeds, weeping for him. I fall to my knees, helpless to do anything but watch.
When it is finally, blessedly over, my Beast bows his head, looking utterly exhausted. His rumbling breaths are a comfort like nothing I’ve ever known.
I cannot give up on the monster of a man. For this gentle, tormented Beast, I must fight on. I must find a way to free him.”
― Alianne Donnelly, The Beast

“I'm the furthest thing from an angel my love, if anything I'm the devil."
"Maybe all the devil wanted was love.”
― palepinkferriswheel, The Beast

“If he were... a prince... a real one, a human one... would he get to just go inside with her on his arm? What would her father say? A prince on the arm of his daughter? What would happen then? Could they... could they marry? There was no one left in the kingdom to object to him marrying below his station.
Would Belle even like him?
Did she like him now?
She hadn't pulled away when he had kissed her, before... and she had kissed him just now. That was something, right?”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“Belle had to think fast. She couldn't talk- she couldn't argue rationally or plead poetically with her captors, two things she excelled at.
What did one do in these situations, without a hidden knife, or a ring of invisibility, or a plan?
What would the Beast do?
Oh...
Something she wouldn't normally do. Something he often did. Something she never did.
Lose control.”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“Belle," he whispered, almost a croak.
"You promised to give me my bookstore back," she said, trying not to cry. "You promised me. So I could read more stories about Jack. So I could read them... to you..."
The Beast's mouth opened strangely, his pointy teeth suddenly seeming too large and out of place inside of lips trying to form words it couldn't remember.
Then he suddenly shook himself- like a spooked cat or dog.
He looked down at Belle, his eyes now bright with intelligence.
"I did promise," he said, his voice growing stronger and more human. "And... a king keeps his promises.”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“Would you come with me, Belle? Help me do this? We may not succeed... I may always be a beast."
"No," Belle said with a smile, touching him on the nose. "You will always be my prince."
"Well, you're not exactly what I wanted out of a son-in-law- because of your parents, not because of your form, I mean," Rosalind said quickly. "But you're certainly a fair bit better than that Gaston fellow... what is his story, if I may ask? Was he also a patient at the asylum?"
Belle almost choked on her laughter. "No, and that was not the first time he proposed to me."
"I think," Maurice said, putting his arms around the couple, "we should all have one last night together before you start out... just the four of us. There are a lot of stories to tell before we see you again."
"And most of them," Belle observed with a smile, "seem to almost have a happy ending.”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“Christ, it was like putting your face in a chum bucket and inhaling like the world were about to run out of oxygen.”
― J.R. Ward

“The intensity of this cultural shame demanded a poster boy who would deter ‘bestialâ€� human behaviours and presentation, and so to the genesis of Satan, ‘the beastâ€� â€� a carnal, hairy, lascivious, malevolent, stinking satyr capable of taking sexually suggestive serpentine form: the humanising of the mammalian self.”
― Antonella Gambotto-Burke, Apple: Sex, Drugs, Motherhood and the Recovery of the Feminine

“Exactly, what form this alteration has taken. I will never know. I don't feel sedated, jittery or drugged. I simply feel normal-as if I had been driving a car all these years with the parking brake on, and now it is off. I feel as if the real me has returned, perhaps all the way from childhood, where she lived before The Beast arrived.”
― William Dudley, Antidepressants