Charles Perrault Quotes

The Next Day The Two Sisters Went To The Ball, And So Did Cinderella, But Dressed More Magnificently Than Before. The King's Son Was Always By Her Side, And His Pretty Speeches To Her Never Ceased.

After A Hundred Years The Son Of The King Then Reigning, Who Was Of Another Family From That Of The Sleeping Princess, Was A-hunting On That Side Of The Country, And He Asked What Those Towers Were Which He Saw In The Middle Of A Great Thick Wood.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Widow Who Had Two Daughters. The Elder Was So Much Like Her, Both In Looks And Character, That Whoever Saw The Daughter Saw The Mother.

The King's Son, Who Was Told That A Great Princess, Whom Nobody Knew, Was Come, Ran Out To Receive Her. He Gave Her His Hand As She Alighted From The Coach, And Led Her Into The Hall Where The Company Were Assembled.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Queen Who Had A Son So Ugly And So Misshapen That It Was Long Disputed Whether He Had Human Form. A Fairy Who Was At His Birth Said, However, That He Would Be Very Amiable For All That, Since He Would Have Uncommon Good Sense.

The Poor Child Was The Drudge Of The Household, And Was Always In The Wrong. He Was, However, The Most Bright And Discreet Of All The Brothers; And If He Spoke Little, He Heard And Thought The More.

I Wish With All My Heart That You May Be The Most Lovable Prince In The World, And I Bestow My Gift On You As Much As I Am Able.

The Gentleman Had Also A Young Daughter, Of Rare Goodness And Sweetness Of Temper, Which She Took From Her Mother, Who Was The Best Creature In The World.

To Wait So Long/and Want A Man Refined And Strong/is Not At All Uncommon. And Yet To Wait One Hundred Years/without A Tear, Without A Care/makes For A Very Rare Woman. So Here Our Tale Appears To Show/how Marriage Deferred/brings Joy Unheard/nothing Lost After A Century Or So. But Others Love With More Ardor/and Wed Quickly Out Of Passion/whatever They Do/i Won’t Deplore/nor Shall I Preach A Lesson.

He Obliged Cinderella To Sit Down, And, Putting The Slipper To Her Little Foot, He Found It Went On Very Easily, And Fitted Her As If It Had Been Made Of Wax.

Charm Is The True Gift Of The Fairies.

The Less There Is Of Eloquence, The More There Is Of Love.