I Should Hate to be Predictable

“It’s a curious thing, the death of a loved one. It’s like climbing the stairs to your room in the dark, thinking that there’s one more step than there is. And your foot falls through the air, and there is a sickly feeling of dark surprise.”

the only beauty she ever known herself to possess was the aesthetic sublimity of benevolence, of the loveliness in intelligence. her nose was worth more perched in the margin of a book than it was powdered, and she took great pride in her inner divinity. she dreams of the day when she leaves for something more, a place far off where someone values her for her mind and not her face.

If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

princesses 1/… - Ariel, Aurora, Belle