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Dienstag, 12. Januar 2016

Happy Birthday Charles Perrault!

These were all the women whom Bluebeard had married, and whose throats he had cut one after the other.

To get a perfect husband takes a wait That’s just the way things are; and you shall find That virtuous patience is the only bait To land one handsome, wealthy, brave, and kind. And what a sweeter pause has ever been? To sleep a century of peaceful dreams, And then, to better dreams, awake again! Such wait is joy, however long it seems. A long delay brings even greater bliss; The greatest bliss must suffer long delays. The god of marriage oaths has promised this: The love that comes most slowly, longest stays.    This moral’s hard to hear, because it’s true.    To even utter it is hard to do.

But the blood always remained, for the key was enchanted.

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.

I see nothing but the sun that makes everything dusty, and the grass that grows green.

A dream is a wish your heart makes.

Go into the garden and get me a pumpkin.

For you know that I myself am a labyrinth, where one easily gets lost.

She then gave her a pair of slippers made of glass, the prettiest in the world.

Her godmother, who was a fairy, said, "You would like to go to the ball, is that not so?”

The king was astonished at the vast amount of property owned by the Marquis of Carabas.

The less there is of eloquence, the more there is of love.

Haven't you heard that this house belongs to an ogre who eats little children?

Open anything you want. Go anywhere you wish. But I absolutely forbid you to enter that little room, and if you open it so much as a crack, nothing will protect you from my wrath.

Fetch me my seven-league boots so I can catch the children.

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