Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister Quotes

“In the lives of children, pumpkins turn into coaches, mice and rats turn into men. When we grow up, we realize it is far more common for men to turn into rats.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“It's the endlessly thinking about yourself that causes such heart shame.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“Approval is overrated. Approval and disapproval alike satisfy those who deliver it more than those who receive it.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“The thing about a mirror is this: The one who stares into it is condemned to consider the world from her own perspective.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“I take responsibility only for the future, not the past. The past can't hurt you the way the future can.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“...What is the use of beauty? i have lived my life surrounded by painters, and still I do not know the answer. But i suspect, some days, that beauty helps protect the spirit of mankind, swaddle it and succor it, so that we might survive. Beauty is no end in itself, but if it makes or lives less miserable so that we might be more kind-well, then, lets have beauty, painted on our porcelain, hanging on our walls, ringing through our stories.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“To consider what other people might say is hardly a good reason to take action or defer it.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“Immortality is a chancy thing; it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“How shallow the words are, really - She is a witch. One might as well say, She is a mother, thinks Iris; that about covers the same terrain, doesn't it?”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“Small steps to the madhouse still get us there at last”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“Is there a relative value of beauty? Is evanescence - fleetingness - a necessary element of the thing that most moves us? A shooting star dazzles more than the sun. A child captivates like an elf, but grows into grossness, an ogre, a harpy. A flower splays itself into color - the lilies of the field! - more treasured than any painting of a flower. But of all these things, women's grace, shooting stars, flowers, and paintings, only a painting endures.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“...perhaps charity is the kind of beauty that we comprehend the best because we miss it the most.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“To consider what other people might say is hardly a good reason to take action or to defer it. You have your own life to live, Iris, and at its end, the only opinion that amounts to anything is that which God bestows”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet and winter upon them all.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“SELF-MOCKERY IS AN UGLIER THING THAN ANY HUMAN FACE, IRIS... YOU ARE SMART AND YOU ARE KIND. DON'T BETRAY THOSE IMPULSES IN YOURSELF. DON'T BELABOR THE LACK OF PHYSICAL BEAUTY, WHICH IN ANY CASE EVENTUALLY FLEES THOSE WHO HAVE IT AND MAKES THEM SAD.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“What is strange is that we may remember what we have done, but not always why we did it.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“...looking at him makes her feel like laughing all over - as if she could laugh not just with her mouth but with her eyes, her heart, her very limbs.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“The beauty of the day is the only thing that doesn't fade in time. Day after day, such beauty revives itself.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“You can endure any sort of prison if you can apprehend a window in the dark.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“Only he with the hobbled foot knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can appreciate what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us. That we in our sinful souls can ever imagine charity- 'She can't go on for a moment. 'We may not always be able to practice charity, but that in this world we can even imagine it at all! That act of daring requires the greatest challenge,”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“Is this the main thing that painters of portraits care about? The person on the verge of becoming someone else?”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“So let my hands and my face make their way in this world, let my hungry eyes see, my tongue taste.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“What no one tells the young is to be careful of their childhoods. The memories from those days are the most compelling paintings in the mind--to which, with nostalgia or dread, you must ever return.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“Ah, the inner eye blinks, and the spirit trembles, at the dangerous cost of seeing one's self as one is.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“And it's a cold place the world, especially when warmed by arsen.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“When the dawn light is coursing through the slats in the shutters at last, making thin stripes on the floor, she, tossing, decides that for every human soul there must surely be a possible childhood worth living, but once it slips by, there isn’t any reclaiming it or revising it.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“She assumes that skill will guide her fingertips, that shapely lines will uncoil out of the pencil the moment she starts. Surely talent is a thing curled deep inside, just waiting to be exercised, and at the slightest invitation it will stretch, shake itself, make itself known?

Talent, it seems, is not so insistent.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

“Forgive us our trespasses,” says Margarethe, “and get out of our way.”
― Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister