I dont know about happily ever after... but I know about happily, Weetzie Bat thought.
Nicholas wanted to believe in fairy tales. She'd read her share, hoping for miracles, but in the end, there was no hundred acre wood to play in with her little stuffed animals. There was pain and crushing disillusionment and betrayal.
A fairy tale is the kind of story in which one king goes to another king to borrow a cup of sugar
I'm a romantic and I kinda believed in this fairy tale. And in some ways I think that's always been to my advantage, because like if you can believe in something great, I feel like you can achieve something great.
And our lady friend, she thinks life works like a fairy tale.' Well, that’s harmless, isn’t it?' Yeah, but in fairy tales, when someone dies... it’s just a word.
Business, much like life, is not a movie, and not everyone gets to have a storybook ending.
He was reading from the beginning so that he could get to the end, where the reader was assured that the knight and the fair maiden lived together happily ever after.
And they all lived happily ever after (barring death, divorce, arrest for tax fraud, that incident with the pool boy...)
Cinderella and the prince lived, they say, happily ever after, like two dolls in a museum case never bothered by diapers or dust, never arguing over the timing of an egg, never telling the same story twice.
Princes don't come around everyday, and happy endings don't grow on trees
That means life itself is a fairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after.
No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.
