So This is Love Quotes

“If I just have one dance... even if it's by myself, I'll be happy. I just want to remember what it's like to be free, to spin round and round under the moonlight.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“Women are always waiting on men- let it be the other way around for a change.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“Anybody can become anything, so long as they put their minds to it.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“But remember, happiness isn’t just a smile. You can’t force it to come true.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“The violins seemed to swoon with her every step, or maybe she was simply happy.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“What is magic if not a little miracle? Those come in all shapes and sizes every day, with or without my help. In the form of love and joy, most often, but in other forms, too. Magic only makes the miracles come faster.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“Even the small joys are worth cherishing, and they will lead you to greater ones.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“Love has a way of addling our wits.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“Sometimes even the wickedest deeds begin with good intentions.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“I know not everyone will accept me but I’ve learned that life isn’t perfect. You can’t be happy all the time, and I can’t expect everyone to love me.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“You can’t know happiness if your life is built around resentment.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“Having Charles pick a bride in such a way, having all the women parade themselves about the palace. Love doesn’t happen like that. Love takes time.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“The path to happiness is not always an easy one.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“The gown was still warm from having been pressed, and the ruffles tickled her collarbone as she slipped it onto her body.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“He'd seen how uncomfortable she'd looked being the center of attention. His aunt had told him how, when she'd asked Cinderella what she wished to wear for the ball, she'd replied, "Something blue. It was my mother's favorite color, and I wish with all my heart she could have met Charles and seen us together."
Other young women in the kingdom would have asked for a gown fit for a princess, for satin gloves rimmed with crystals, a tiara studded with rubies. Cinderella had asked for none of these things.
That was why he loved her. For the earnest way she thought of her words before she spoke, or how her eyebrows danced when she smiled, or how her voice became singsong when she teased him.
That was why he missed her.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“I have important things to tell you, but who can concentrate with all that racket?"
That "racket" turned out to be because of flowers, hundreds of them, arriving by the cartful. Roses, orchids, lilies, daffodils, irises, and a dozen other varieties that she could not name. Heavy porcelain vases were mounted all around the grand ballroom and the royal gardens, displaying the arrangements in all their grandeur. But one arrangement stood out from the rest.
From the duchess's window, Cinderella watched the gardeners erect a trellis studded with roses. When the palace staff wheeled out a barrow of flowers, white pearlescent roses intertwined with pink ones as flushed as the height of sunrise, she nearly gasped.
Her parents' favorite flowers. White and pink roses, with a touch of myrtle.
Charles had been listening.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“Across the lilies was a pond, its waters a vibrant green from reflecting the trees around it. In the center of the pond swam two elegant white birds, their long necks curved toward one another.
"Swans!" Cinderella breathed. She leaned against the bridge's rail and gazed at the pair of swans gliding across the pond.
At her side, Charles rested his elbows on the bridge. "They're here every evening before sundown. Sometimes, during sunset, you can see the light dapple their feathers. Look."
Rays of golden light stroked the swans' wings, which shimmered against the still waters.
"I used to come here whenever I could to watch them," said Prince Charles. "I'm certain it's been the very same pair of swans for years. When I saw them, I'd feel a little less lonely."
"How happy they look," mused Cinderella, watching as the swans took flight, their feet skidding across the pond before they soared into the sky. "Free to come and go as they please.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“He gestured at her mask. "A swan. It suits you."
"I didn't have many choices. It was either a swan or a peacock."
The prince leaned closer, speaking softly. "Swans were my mother's favorite birds. She used to tell me that once they fall in love, they stay in love forever.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“Even the small joys are worth cherishing, and they will lead you to greater ones."
"I want to help you," said Cinderella. "I want magic to return to Aurelais."
Lenore shook her head sadly. "That would take a miracle."
"You once told me miracles take a little time.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“There was something about her... the blueness of her eyes had arrested him in his place. A hint of sadness had touched them when he'd spoken, and he wondered why. Part of him wished he could go back to her and make her smile.
A mad possibility entered his mind. It made no sense at all, yet he couldn't get it out of his head. She'd looked so familiar...
No, it couldn't be her.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“So much has changed. It’s funny, the thought of one’s parents getting old. When we’re children, they worry so about us. Now I feel like things have reversed, and soon I’ll be expected to take on his responsibilities.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“My mother used to tell me that there are many kinds of love. Unconditional love, self-love, love for your family, love for your friends…romantic love.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“Remember, happiness isn't just a smile. You can't force it to come true.... Go to this masquerade ball with your new friends, put on a pretty gown, and dance the night away. Sneak out into the royal gardens and drink tea under the moonlight. Get lost in the streets of Valors and spend some of your wages on something that'll make you happy to look at every morning. Even the small joys are worth cherishing, and they will lead to greater ones.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“The story of Cinderella and her glass slipper had spread far and wide, and many wished to hear it from her own lips. But as she and the prince traveled the far corners of the world, recounting how they'd met and come to fall in love, they emphasized that their story didn't end with the glass slipper being found and returned to Cinderella. No, their fairy tale continued on, with each day together and later with their children.
As for the glass slippers, Cinderella and Charles kept them displayed in the garden for all to see- as a reminder that magic, as wonderful as it could be, was never the key to making one's dreams come true or making one happy. After all, spells were fragile, hopes could shatter, and dreams could stay dreams, never given a chance to take wing.
If one looked very carefully, sewn onto the cushion upon which the slippers stood was the word for what Cinderella and the prince found to be even greater than magic, than dreams, than happily ever afters, than even hope-
It was love.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“Cinderella barely recognized her own voice. She sounded strong, firm- nothing like the girl she'd once been.
"Stepmother. Anastasia. Drizella."
They halted in their step, turning slowly to face her. Cinderella caught her breath, not at all surprised by Lady Tremaine's upturned nose and lifted chin. She used to fear that expression, used to fear displeasing her stepmother.
She no longer had that fear.
The crowds had gone silent, but even if they hadn't, Cinderella wouldn't have noticed the dozens of onlookers in the chamber. A strange sense of calm had flooded her; the words she was about to say were ones she'd never dared before, but she'd dreamed of them for years. No longer would they be fantasy.
"I wish we could have been a family," she said, her voice strong yet quiet. "Ever since my father married you, it's what I wished for most. Instead, you neglected me, you made me serve you, and then you tried to sell me." She paused. "But I'm not angry with you."
Now she had Lady Tremaine's attention.
"I thought I would be," Cinderella admitted. "I was. But then I realized that it would only make me unhappy. And after being unhappy in your house for so long, I would never choose to feel that way again. I've accepted we aren't a family, and that we never will be. I've also accepted that I cannot forget those years that you were cruel to me."
The height of Lady Tremaine's chin wilted ever so slightly. She wouldn't look at Cinderella, but her stepsisters lowered their eyes, shame tingeing their cheeks.
"I forgive you, Stepmother, Anastasia, Drizella. I am not angry with you; if anything, I pity you. You can't know happiness if your life is built around resentment. For your sakes, I hope your hearts change.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“You have only hours until you go from palace servant to the future queen of Aurelais. Many will not take the news well, particularly not the blue-blooded young ladies who will resent the prince for rebuffing them for you."
Cinderella thought of her stepsisters, who'd reveled for years in tormenting her. "I can handle it."
When she did not elaborate, Genevieve appraised her. "When Charles declares that you are to be the princess of Aurelais, all attention will be on you. This is the first impression everyone will have of you.
"You have natural grace, which most princesses take decades to learn, but it won't be enough. Nothing would ever be enough, even if you had been born royal." The duchess lifted Cinderella's chin so their eyes were level. "In my time, we stood by the three P's. I thought it was a bunch of hogwash, but I'll impart it to you anyway. It was essential that a princess be poised, pleasant, and-"
"Pretty?" Cinderella guessed.
"Presentable," corrected the duchess. "That's what all the wigs and powder and rouge were for. Nowadays, women are more after the natural look. Which, I suppose, isn't a problem for you." She hummed approvingly. "Now, what color gown should you like to wear tonight?"
"Something blue," replied Cinderella thoughtfully. "It was my mother's favorite color, and I wish with all my heart she could have met Charles and seen us together."
"That's a beautiful thought, Cindergirl.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“I'm ready," she whispered, her stomach fluttering as soon as the words left her.
Charles looked at her, the light in his eyes wavering. "Then-"
"Yes," she spoke over him. "I accept."
He drew her close, holding both her hands and bringing them to his lips.
Wishing this moment could last forever, she leaned against the prince's shoulder. At last, she knew.
So this was love.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“Through the glass was a marvelous display of layered cakes decorated with pink rosettes and candied fruits, chocolate-laced cookies, and buttery pastries dotted with jam.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“In the shadows, a glass slipper shimmered on her foot. She bent to pick it up.
Strange, that everything should disappear except her glass slipper.
She hugged it to her chest. Before this night, she hadn't thought magic would ever touch her life. None of this would have been possible without her fairy godmother.
She gazed at the stars twinkling above her. Somehow, she knew her godmother was listening. "Thank you so much... for everything."
Carefully, she tucked her glass slipper into her pocket. At least she would have it to remind her of what a beautiful night it had been.
Her fairy godmother's spell had been broken. Tomorrow, everything would go back to the way it was before. Her stepmother would go back to ordering her around the chateau, her stepsisters, Anastasia and Drizella, to tormenting her over every one of their needs, but she'd caught a glimpse of happiness, something she hadn't felt in many years.
Her eyes had opened to the possibility of leaving home, of dreaming dreams that might actually come true. But she wasn't brave enough to chase them- not yet. Not so soon, anyway, after such a magnificent night.
What she didn't realize was- she might not have a choice.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“Eight pink roses, seven white ones, and three sprigs of myrtle,” she murmured, pointing at the pink and white roses in the line of bushes. “What is that?” “It’s what I would always bring Mama—the same arrangement my father presented to her when he’d asked her to marry him.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love