Folktales Quotes

Quotes tagged as "folktales" (showing 1-22 of 22)
Philip Pullman
“Finally, I’d say to anyone who wants to tell these tales, don’t be afraid to be superstitious. If you have a lucky pen, use it. If you speak with more force and wit when wearing one red sock and one blue one, dress like that. When I’m at work I’m highly superstitious. My own superstition has to do with the voice in which the story comes out. I believe that every story is attended by its own sprite, whose voice we embody when we tell the tale, and that we tell it more successfully if we approach the sprite with a certain degree of respect and courtesy. These sprites are both old and young, male and female, sentimental and cynical, sceptical and credulous, and so on, and what’s more, they’re completely amoral: like the air-spirits who helped Strong Hans escape from the cave, the story-sprites are willing to serve whoever has the ring, whoever is telling the tale. To the accusation that this is nonsense, that all you need to tell a story is a human imagination, I reply, ‘Of course, and this is the way my imagination works.”
Philip Pullman, Fairy Tales from the Brothers Grimm: A New English Version

Eloise Jarvis McGraw
“Aye, you're neither one thing nor yet quite t'other. Pity, but there 'tis.”
Eloise Jarvis McGraw, The Moorchild

“Why are so many of us enspelled by myths and folk stories in this modern age? Why do we continue to tell the same old tales, over and over again? I think it's because these stories are not just fantasy. They're about real life. We've all encountered wicked wolves, found fairy godmothers, and faced trial by fire. We've all set off into unknown woods at one point in life or another. We've all had to learn to tell friend from foe and to be kind to crones by the side of the road. . . .”
Terri Windling

Lois Lowry
“Why do some of us turn menacing?' she whispered.”
Lois Lowry, Gossamer

Keith McGowan
“I love children. Eating them, that is.”
Keith McGowan, The Witch's Guide to Cooking with Children

Jeff Phillips
“A beverage of leisure is a serious business,” Shane Bowermaster was known to declare. “There can be no product of pleasure without the inverse on the end of the producer.”
Jeff Phillips, Whiskey Pike: A Bedtime Story for the Drinking Mankind.

Gerald Hausman
“There were good places and bad places to tell stories and there were of course stories that could not be told in any place on earth and these were reserved for heaven. ”
Gerald Hausman, The American Storybag

Betsy Schow
“You never know what you're gonna find when you look under those covers - grandma or the wolf.”
Betsy Schow, Spelled

Emmanuelle de Maupassant
“Inside, there was a bed, and upon the bed there was a woman. More beautiful was she even than the damask rose while her scent, drifting through the open window, was that of the night dew. Her hair was silken as the raven's wing. Quite naked, she lay, so still upon the bed, her eyes closed in reverie.

The young man looked first upon her breasts, where her hand rested. And upon each breast, there was a rosebud nipple. Upon each nipple there was a tip most tender. Upon each tip there was a milky drop.

Chin lifted, lips parted, she milked her maiden breast.

'What I would give to suckle at that teat,' thought he.

from 'Against Faithlessness' in Cautionary Tales”
Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Cautionary Tales: Voices from the Edges

Robert Dunbar
“They spring from deep within us, these nightmares, these folktales. They speak of our deepest needs, the ones we have all been taught since childhood never to put into words, because dreams reveal our other face, the one we keep hidden, the Hyde to mankind’s collective Jekyll.”
Robert Dunbar, Vortex

Emmanuelle de Maupassant
“We are the voices in the shadows,
Between the light and shade,
Betwixt life and restful death,
In the dark periphery of the unseen.

We’re here,
At the edges.
We are the villainous punished,
The innocent murdered or abandoned,
Our lives ended by foul means, or unspeakable deeds.
We are your lovers long gone; your siblings forsaken.

Can you hear us?
At the edges

From the Foreword of Cautionary Tales - by Emmanuelle de Maupassant”
Emmanuelle de Maupassant

Emmanuelle de Maupassant
“Here, at the edges,
Whispering to you,
And we’re not alone; not alone
Here, in the dark.

We are behind the door, in the corners,
In the room where you’ve just extinguished the light.
We flicker in the shadow you cast on the wall.
We are the prickle on the back of your neck.
Curled, in words unspoken,
We are the shiver on your uneasy flesh,
The creep of the unknown on your skin.

Can you feel us?
Here, at the edges.

From the Foreword of Cautionary Tales - by Emmanuelle de Maupassant”
Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Cautionary Tales: Voices from the Edges

“In Sussex, if it's not the Devil that makes an appearance, then it's likely to be a dragon.”
Michael O'Leary, Sussex Folk Tales

Subcomandante Marcos
“Then the lion stares at it. It stares at its prey. Like this.' (Old Antonio frowns and fastens his black eyes on me.) 'The poor little animal that is going to die just looks. It looks at the lion, who is staring at him. The little animal no longer sees itself, it sees what the lion sees, it looks at the little animal image in the lion's stare, it sees that the lion sees it as small and weak. The little animal never thought before about whether it was small and weak. It was just an animal, neither big nor small, neither strong nor weak. But now it looks at what the lion is seeing, it looks at fear. And by looking at what the lion is seeing, the little animal convinces itself that it is small and weak. And, by looking at the fear that the lion sees, it feels afraid. And now the little animal does not look at anything. Its bones go numb, just like when water gets hold of us at night in the cold. And then the little animal just surrenders, it lets itself go and the lion gets it. That is how the lion kills. It kills by staring.”
Subcomandante Marcos

Brad Meltzer
“In the end, one detail is unarguable: There will always be those searching for treasure. Never forget: We are a country founded on legends and myths. We love them, especially legends of treasure. Looking for treasure isn't just part of being an American, it is America.”
Brad Meltzer, History Decoded: The 10 Greatest Conspiracies of All Time

Emmanuelle de Maupassant
“Ha!’ cackled the fiend, ‘I expect you’d like revenge on that husband of yours. Murder shouldn’t go unpunished, and no creature enjoys delivering chastisement as much as I. What about giving him a taste of his own medicine? If you’d be so kind as to lend me your body, I’ll set him dancing to my tune.’

The wife’s spectre grimaced and nodded, at which the wicked Likho stripped off the nightgown, then the dead woman’s pliant skin, peeling back the flaccid folds. These it left in a slack heap.

It gobbled her flesh and sucked the bones clean. These it hid behind the stove, before inserting itself inside the empty, wrinkled carcass, taking the former position of the corpse. Its fat tongue swiped the last juices from around its lips.

When the husband returned home, all was as it had been; there was not a speck of blood to be seen, although the strangest smell of rotten eggs lingered”
Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Cautionary Tales: Voices from the Edges

Emmanuelle de Maupassant
“Crook your finger;
they’ll come closer.
Pull the covers tighter to your chin;
in beside you they’ll creep.”
Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Cautionary Tales: Voices from the Edges

Emmanuelle de Maupassant
“Good and evil exist in all of us.
a moment’s temptation takes us on a wrong path.
On that path may lurk foul fiends,
inhuman, yet feeding, needing
all our weaknesses: vanity, indolence and envy,
Easy fruits for evil appetites,
our flesh, a tasty afterthought,
our bones flung asunder.”
Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Cautionary Tales: Voices from the Edges

Emmanuelle de Maupassant
listen with your eyes,
and your lips.
Listen with your skin,
and your blood.
Can you hear us,
at the edges?”
Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Cautionary Tales: Voices from the Edges

“Everybody knew that Theodore Dinkins was dead. But Theodore Dinkins sat on the graveyard fence and said that he was not; and grew angry if contradicted.”
John Bennett

Karen Ranney
“A storm in Scotland was like nothing she'd ever experienced in London. Here, the elements felt alive, sentient. This storm was a raging monster that had grown in fury since yesterday.
Sometimes, she thought Scotland was more than a country, more than a rough and magnificent land with a border created by men, written on a map, and defended for hundreds of years. Scotland was almost a living creature that could turn and bite your hand if you didn't speak about it in fond and loving tones.
When she walked the hills and glens surrounding Drumvagen, she sometimes felt like she was being watched. Not by living inhabitants, but those who'd gone before, proud men and women who hated the English and now hovered over their land to protest her appearance.
For all her imagination, she didn't believe in the hundreds of folktales Brianag told the children. The trees weren't alive; they were simply trees. Brownies didn't do chores for obedient children. Sea creatures in the shape of horses didn't bedevil the coast.
Yet something about this storm was otherworldly, as if God were punishing them.”
Karen Ranney, The Virgin of Clan Sinclair

“These were young people having their fun. Old age comes quickly. If you don’t enjoy life at that time, you will never get another chance. At our age you only get afflictions.”
Xavior Romearo-Frias