Beauty And The Beast Quotes

“Say to yourself, I am perfect, the way I am. Say to yourself, I am beautiful the way I am. Say to yourself, those who do not accept me the way I am, do not deserve me in their life.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Bengal Tigress: A Treatise on Gender Equality

“The female brain itself is a highly intuitive emotion-processing machine, which when put to practice in the progress of the society, would do much more than any man can with all his analytical perspectives.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Bengal Tigress: A Treatise on Gender Equality

“Legend has it there is always a reason why souls meet. Maybe they found each other for reasons that weren't so different after all.
They were two souls searching and found a home lost in each other. When souls find comfort in one another separation is not possible. The reasons they are brought together are no accident.
Maybe she needed someone to show her how to live and he needed someone to show him how to love.”
― N.R. Hart, Poetry and Pearls

“A society where feminine beauty is defined not by the human self on genuine intellectual and sentimental grounds, but by a computer software on the grounds of economic interest, is more dead than alive. It is a society of human bodies, not human beings.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Bengal Tigress: A Treatise on Gender Equality

“You only fix something, when it’s broken. And you - are far from broken.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Bengal Tigress: A Treatise on Gender Equality

“If I’m a monster, mademoiselle, it’s because man’s cruelty has made me so.”
― Rachel L. Demeter, Beauty of the Beast: A Dark Beauty and the Beast Retelling

“Beauty is an illusion.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Bengal Tigress: A Treatise on Gender Equality

“O my Courageous Sister! You have to become the beacon of hope for all women around you and then for the whole society.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Bengal Tigress: A Treatise on Gender Equality

“Listen my dear sister! You only fix something, when it’s broken. And you - are far from broken. Say to yourself, I am perfect, the way I am. Say to yourself, I am beautiful the way I am. Say to yourself, those who do not accept me the way I am, do not deserve me in their life.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Bengal Tigress: A Treatise on Gender Equality

“There is something out there, he'd said. Something cunning.”
― Meagan Spooner, Hunted

“I heard her voice, her stories, her softness as she spoke of her family, and her iron as she spoke of me - I heard her scream, and I moved without thought.”
― Meagan Spooner, Hunted

“Her eyes widened as she took in what must be thousands of titles. She stepped farther into the room finding the bookcases rose up at least two stories. Like a bee to honey, she was drawn to the remarkable library. There was a ladder that glided along a set of rails to reach the top shelves. And a spiral staircase for the second floor of shelves with yet another ladder. t was truly remarkable.
She didn't know whether she had walked onto the set of My Fair Lady or the library of Beauty and the Beast. She'd never seen anything so magnificent.”
― Jennifer Faye, Beauty and Her Boss

“Maybe she needed someone to show her
how to live and he needed someone
to show him how to love.”
― N.R. Hart, Poetry and Pearls

“Lucanos nodded [...] 'She's the girl who sees with her heart.'
Aranae rolled all eight of her eyes. She chittered again, in a scolding tone this time. When she finished, she crossed two of her legs and gave Belle a dirty look.
Belle shrank under her disapproving glare, 'What did she say?' she asked timidly.
'She said your heart needs glasses.”
― Jennifer Donnelly, Beauty and the Beast: Lost in a Book

“Heat flashed in his gaze, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “Perhaps you have never danced with a man.”

“Boys, yes. A man?” Sorcha’s eyes followed the ragged edge of crystals, the barbaric braid swaying from the peak of his head to his waist, the linen tunic belted by sheep skin. “Never a man such as you.”
― Emma Hamm, Heart of the Fae

“We all have a choice—to be monsters or men. It is not a matter of blood, but a condition of the heart.”
― Elizabeth D. Marie, Saving Beauty

“This is a tale of a beauty much deeper than that. It is the story of two people drawn together under the most interesting of circumstances, two people who learn to truly see what matters only after they meet each other and their tale—one both as old as time and as fresh as a rose—begins.”
― Elizabeth Rudnick

“Enchantments and dreams: I suspect they are made of the same stuff. They each beguile the mind and confuse the senses with wonder and strangeness so all that was familiar becomes freakish, and the most bizarre of things intimate and natural. For the longest time after the curse fell, I did not know if I was a beast who dreamed of being a man, or a man who dreamed he was a beast.”
― Leife Shallcross, The Beast's Heart

“I was innocent but certain, now I'm wiser but unsure.”
― Howard Ashman

“He fought to destroy those monsters, yet found they never seemed to die—rising anew every dawn.”
― Elizabeth D. Marie, Saving Beauty

“Reflecting on the creation of the songs and vocal performances, Peter [Schneider] speaks with respect and regret: "It's sad that Howard [Ashman] never saw the finished movie of Beauty and the Beast, because it's basically him. It was his conception, it was his idea, it was his songs, it was his emotions, it was his storytelling. Alan [Menken] was a very important partner in this: you can't discount Alan. But it was Howard's vision that made this all happen. And what survives is these characters and these emotions and these songs. They will be around a lot longer than we will. And given the choice, that's what he would have chosen to have survive.”
― Charles Solomon, Tale as Old as Time: The Art and Making of Beauty and the Beast (Disney Editions Deluxe

“The princess found herself being gently prodded and pushed and combed and magicked, and her hair felt weird. When she was spun around to face the mirror again, she was in a yellow dress, waves of sunshine spilling down from her bodice to her toes. Her shoulders were bare, which was a little strange, but they were pale and perfect and delicate. 'Swanlike,' she could hear the minstrel saying. Her hair was loosely braided over one shoulder, a yellow ribbon tying it off.
The fairies gasped.
"You are 'sooooo' beautiful!"
Even 'more' beautiful!"
"Can it be possible?"
"Look at 'this'," a fairy commanded. With a serious look and a wave of her wand, she transformed the princess again. This time her hair was piled high on her head in an elegant chignon, a simple ribbon holding it back. A light blue dress puffed out around her softly, like a cloud. The finest gloves she had ever worn covered her bare arms up to her shoulders. Funny little tinkling shoes felt chilly on her feet.
She put her hands on the skirt and twisted this way and that; what a dress to dance in! She would look like a fairy herself.
Or a bride.”
― Liz Braswell, Once Upon a Dream

“When Walt became all wrapped up in the theme parks and live-action films, we tried to get him interested in animation again," recalls Frank Thomas, one of the Studio's "Nine Old Men."

"Walt said, 'If I ever do go back, there are only two subjects I would want to do. One of them is Beauty and the Beast.' For the life of me, I can't remember what the other one was.”
― Charles Solomon, Tale as Old as Time: The Art and Making of Beauty and the Beast (Disney Editions Deluxe

“But my father..." Belle began again.
"What about him?"
"He needs me...."
"He raised you by himself, didn't he? Seems like he's done a more than all right job. He'll be fine for a few days on his own," the Beast pointed out.
Belle glared at him.
Her father couldn't... he didn't...
...make their meals, tend their garden, earn coin for comestibles they couldn't grow or forage themselves, spend days inventing- all things he did before she was old enough to help him... when he was taking care of her....
Her lip quivered. Of course he was fine.
Wait...
"You think he did a more than all right job?" she couldn't help asking.
The Beast shrugged, suddenly embarrassed.
She found herself smiling.
Was he- was he almost smiling back? In his eyes, at least?”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“This is nice," Beast said with a sigh. "Like... one of those paintings where a nymph or Athena is reading to the gods and goddesses."
"And here I was thinking you were an utterly uneducated beast," Belle said teasingly.
"I am a prince," he responded with hauteur. "I am classically educated.
"Plus, nymphs are pretty," he added.
Belle laughed.
"I could stare at them all day," he continued. His tone was carefully neutral, but his eyes never left hers.
And Belle found she could look back. And not blush. And not have to look away.”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“We're prisoners here."
"What would Jack do, Belle?"
When did he become the insightful one?
She mock pouted. "I suppose he would figure out some super clever way around it."
The Beast looked at her with wry amusement. "Since you're the clever one here and haven't come up with a cunning plan, I was going to suggest brute force. Like we're a castle under siege, fighting them off. That's what I know."
"That's a fair point," she ceded, smiling.
"We should... round up everything sharp and cutting," he said. "And hammers and mallets to smash the panes between them."
"Yes, sir, prince general, sir," Belle said, saluting him with a sparkle in her eye.”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“She waved, hoping the little creatures sealed inside the glass and bone chrysalis could see her, and tried not to cry.
The Beast saw her.
"I'll come back. Whatever happens," he promised. "I'm... king now. I need to share the fate of my people."
Somehow that only made Belle want to cry more.
"You aren't out of danger yourself," the Beast reminded her gravely. "You're in the middle of the woods with a beast as the curse grows stronger. I won't be able to control it forever."
Belle had a sudden vision of her body, and blood-stained snow, like something out of a fairy tale gone wrong. She shook her head.
"No. You would never hurt me."
The Beast gave a wan smile.... and then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
"I would kill myself first," he whispered.”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“If he were... a prince... a real one, a human one... would he get to just go inside with her on his arm? What would her father say? A prince on the arm of his daughter? What would happen then? Could they... could they marry? There was no one left in the kingdom to object to him marrying below his station.
Would Belle even like him?
Did she like him now?
She hadn't pulled away when he had kissed her, before... and she had kissed him just now. That was something, right?”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“Belle," he whispered, almost a croak.
"You promised to give me my bookstore back," she said, trying not to cry. "You promised me. So I could read more stories about Jack. So I could read them... to you..."
The Beast's mouth opened strangely, his pointy teeth suddenly seeming too large and out of place inside of lips trying to form words it couldn't remember.
Then he suddenly shook himself- like a spooked cat or dog.
He looked down at Belle, his eyes now bright with intelligence.
"I did promise," he said, his voice growing stronger and more human. "And... a king keeps his promises.”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“You managed to stop yourself from becoming a full-fledged beast. Well done! Recovering your human soul and mind on your own, I mean."
The Beast blinked.
"Permanently? I'm not going to... relapse? Go back to being a beast- I mean, in my head- again?"
"Of course not," Rosalind said impatiently. "As long as your love for Belle- and hers for you- lasts. The spell is broken, or mitigated, at least."
Belle and the Beast looked at each other, eyes wide.
The Beast suddenly began to scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment. Belle blushed.
And then she found herself almost overcome with giggles.
"It's pretty obvious," Maurice pointed out with a smile.
"Yes, another factor in my punishment," Rosalind said grimly. "Magic always comes back on itself... of course it would be my daughter who would break the spell. I am an idiot. And now here you are, her future husband. A prince."
"King," Maurice corrected mildly.”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time