Cinderella Best Quotes Novels & Stories

All she could hear was the beat of their hearts, as if they had their own rhythm to follow. “Unlike Cinderella, you wouldn’t be back from those tough times anymore when the clock strikes twelve. Instead, it will be the start of something new,” he grinned. “And something adventurous.” She raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” He brought their foreheads together and closed his eyes firmly. “Just savor the moment for now.” She didn’t say anything further, and, as he had suggested, she simply relished the time they had together, closing her eyes. While their hands were interlocked, she leaned against his solid chest to feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Chase leans into the limo and pulls out a similar box the other guys had, and he walks up toward me. Trying not to cry, I can’t stop smiling at Chase as he stops right in front of me. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting sweetheart, I had to wait for them to get Meadow ready for me so I could mount her and be the Prince Charming my Cinderella deserves.” He takes my hand and give it a tight squeeze just as Dad comes back to stand behind me. “I hope you didn’t mind me riding her to surprise you like I did tonight,” I shake my head saying that it was not a problem at all. “I got the help from your dad to pull this off, and I meant every word I said a minute ago. You became my Cinderella back in Decemb

The quote next to it read: The happiest people don’t have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything. I smiled. “That’s a good one.” “Yep. I’ll give it to Black Crimson; he is quite the philosopher.” Glancing at him, I grinned. “Or she is.” He sniffed and sent me a look before smirking. “I bet it’s a he.” With a disbelieving laugh, I argued, “And I bet it’s a she.” His eyebrows lifted. “What makes you so sure?” “Well, she has good taste in quotes. She’s an incredible artist. And she always chooses older, cruddy-looking buildings to paint on, making them prettier, so she’s stylish. Honestly, with her kind of talent, brains, and compassion, how could she be a male?”

'What was your favorites? I did not think twice before I blurted out; 'Cinderella, Thumbelina, Sleeping beauty and Snow White.' He chuckled and that sound replayed itself in my ears over and over again. 'They all had Prince Charming.' He stated and I did not even know if it was a question or a statement. 'All girls want a prince charming and everybody wants a fairy godmother.' He rolled his eyes and moved back a little. 'So sad there are no prince charming or fairy godmother. The only godmother we have is our heart sustaining us.'

I said with desperation. The thought of standing on stage and talking for too long was unbearable, to say the least. Cinderella is like, the center of attention. Nobody pays that much attention to a tree or a mouse. Which is why I wanna be a mouse, so nobody pays attention to me! “You know that’s not possible, Jenna. How can I be Cinderella?” Liam asked, arms crossed. “A little wig and makeup, and you’ll be all dolled up in no time to make the perfect Cinderella. Take it from me, you’re Cinderella material.”

She cleared her throat to let go of the awkward situation she had just put herself into and looked at him again then said, "Ansel, if I say that I have not been touched by everything you have said, then I would be lying. We are so alike in many aspects. Like the fact that I have never been in love too and I have never thought of getting into a relationship any time soon. The thought has never even occurred to me. This was because I have what I call 'a course of action' for my life. I have these things that I want to do before I can start thinking of other things like marriage. You have thrown me off and.... You asking me to marry you is an honour I never thought possible. I lack even words t

“I don’t deserve this.” “You do,” I said. “You’re kind, you’re loyal, and you’ve worked hard for everything you have. Why shouldn’t beautiful things belong to you too?” So I added, softer, “You deserve all the good things in the world. You’re like Cinderella. It doesn’t matter what hardship finds you first. What belongs to you will still find its way back.” Linda’s eyes filled with tears. Then she threw her arms around me and held on tight. “You’re my fairy godmother,” she said into my shoulder.

Lisandra snorted "No way. I'm the fucking queen. Always remember that" "The evil queen? Why the hell would you want to dress up as the evil queen?" "Who says I have to be evil? I can be just a queen" "Come on Lisa, at least be Snow White. Find a dress that's all white and beat that witch at being a hero. You can't show up in an evil queen outfit and expect Max to be swept off his feet. Portray someone brave, beautiful, and loved. Next to Cinderella, Snow White is the perfect character for you"

I said and she was blushing all over now. “I looked cute?” she asked. I cleared my throat and told her one more time that she looked cute right now. “Then how about we have a ball dance. Like in Cinderella,” she pouted snaking both of her hands on my neck putting her toes on my shoes. “Cinderella?” I asked. “Mr. Damelo! Goodness gracious ! You don’t know Cinderella?” she screamed as if I had done the greatest crime for not knowing that damn Cinderella. Who the hell is Cinderella?

Passion of love, the ones that never grow old. I now seem to love her more than the baby and heir that never came. “ Don’t say that, Alex. You did your best. Thank you so much for standing up for me, Alex. It makes me feel so safe with you. You kept to your words,” she said, sobbing on my chest as I carried her upstairs, Cinderella sharp.