#beast

Imagination is a beast that has to be put in a cage. ↗

— Timothy Spall

#cage #imagination #put

I will far rather see the race of man extinct than that we should become less than beasts by making the noblest of God's creation, woman, the object of our lust. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#become #creation #extinct #far #god

There is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham. ↗

— Anna Sewell

#beast #does #good #kind #like

A rude nature is worse than a brute nature by so much more as man is better than a beast: and those that are of civil natures and genteel dispositions are as much nearer to celestial creatures as those that are rude and cruel are to devils. ↗

— Margaret Cavendish

#better #brute #celestial #civil #creatures

Everyone can use a little beauty. ↗

— Alex Flinn

#will #beauty

I kept interrupting the movie by asking a lot of questions that Xavier managed to answer with endless patience. "How old do you think Bell is supposed to be?" "I don't know, probably our age." "I think the beast is sweet, don't you?" "Do I have to answer that?" "Why does the crockery talk?" "Because they're really the prince's servants that the beggar woman put a spell on." Xavier frowned suddenly and looked mortified. "I can't believe I know that. ↗

— Alexandra Adornetto

#bethany-church #xavier-woods #age

And as the years flowed by, some villagers told travelers of a beast and a beauty who lived in the castle and could be seen walking on the battlements, and others told of two beauties, and others, of two beasts. ↗

— Emma Donoghue

#fairy-tales-for-adults #love #perceptions #beauty

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell. And for once it might be grand To have someone understand I want so much more than they’ve got planned… ↗

— Howard Ashman

#beauty

Cannot a Beast be tamed? ↗

— Robin McKinley

#beauty #beauty-and-the-beast #romance #tamed #beauty

Some curses fade and leave nothing but the faintest mark, a tea stain on watered silk. There are those that are so malevolent that, upon defeat, explode in a fiery burst of sulfurous flames, burning everything they touch as they die. Others dissolve like morning mist in the brightness of the midday sun. Some cannot be defeated at all, but feed upon the energy spent trying to vanquish it, growing more and more potent with each failed attempt. And then there are those ancient curses with deceptively simple antidotes that shatter like jagged shards of a vast mirror. These curses may be broken, but never completely destroyed, sharp slivers of light distorted. ↗

— Ava Zavora

#fantasy #beauty