Once Upon A Time Quotes

“In the land of Ingary where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of the three. Everyone knows you are the one who will fail first, and worst, if the three of you set out to seek your fortunes.”
― Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

“Once upon a time is now.”
― Emilie Autumn

“Once upon a time there was what there was, and if nothing had happened there would be nothing to tell.”
― Charles de Lint, Dreams Underfoot

“You are where you need to be. Just take a deep breath.”
― Lana Parrilla

“Once upon a time, there were two moons, who were sisters.

Nitid was the goddess of tears and life, and the sky was hers. No one worshipped Ellai but secret lovers.”
― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

“Once upon a time there was a girl who was special. This is not her story. Unless you count the part where I killed her.”
― R.J. Anderson

“Thou shalt not' is soon forgotten, but 'Once upon a time' lasts forever.”
― Philip Pullman

“All magic comes with a price, dearie”
― Rumplestiltskin

“That's the first thing you said to me, remember? Once upon a time.”
― Mikki Daughtry, All This Time

“Once upon a time -- because that's how all the best stories start, even the ones that lead to death and darkness and unhappy ever after.”
― Katharine Corr, The Witch's Kiss

“Once upon a time she had felt trapped inside her story with its familiar characters and predictable plot. Now she felt locked out of it.”
― Roderick Townley, The Great Good Thing

“Once upon a time,
a girl who believed in fairytales
stole the heart of a prince
who had sworn to never love.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“Once upon a time, is how stories begin...”
― N'Zuri Za Austin

“We continued dancing as a swift gale wheeled through the hills of Santa Cruz. Xuan leaned down to whisper into my ear, his lips lightly brushing the helix. “Once upon a time there was a boy, and he loved a girl very much. He was sad because he didn’t think the girl noticed him. Until one day the uni- verse intervened and a beautiful comet brought them together after a tragic accident occurred that day. The boy and the girl found comfort and friendship in each other that night. And something new and extraordinary began to blossom under the heavens, something that would burn with such bright- ness that all the stars would be in awe. And the boy fell madly in love with the girl and promised to always find her, in this life and the next.”
“That’s my favorite story.”
Xuan smiled. “It’s the best one I’ve ever told, Ms. Steel.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“I looked at his hand clasping mine. Three years ago, on October 15, 2016, the brilliant blue blaze of the comet had crossed the vastness of our world in Colombia. I could see it, almost as if we were back there, standing on the roof of the dorms as we looked over the city together. We didn’t know it then, but our life together was just beginning.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“Taking a deep breath, she began a new tale.
"Once upon a real time, there were two girls, sister. The little one followed the elder like night follows day, and they were as different from each other as sun and moon, but like the sun and moon, neither would be the same without the other...”
― Kamilla Benko, The Unicorn Quest

“We were living our once upon a time. Every day felt like a lifetime; every moment was alive.”
― Pratik Mishra, A Thousand Places

“There were big days and there were small days and there were bad and there were good days but I suppose I could pick any one of 'em for my "once upon a time". But if I'm gonna be truthful-and truthful is something I always aim to be-then there really is only one best place to start this story.”
― Dan Gemeinhart, The Remarkable Journey of Coyote Sunrise

“Once upon a time—what author nowadays dare begin his tale in such a way? 'Old-fashioned! Boring!' cries the kind or rather unkind reader...”
― E.T.A. Hoffmann, The Golden Pot and Other Tales

“Once upon a time, the Threaded lived in a castle in the clouds.”
― Alyssa Moon, Delphine and the Silver Needle

“The Romans and Greeks believed that the appearance of comets, meteors, and meteor showers was portentous. They were signs that something good or bad had happened... or was about to happen. For me, that was the moment I fell in love with Xuan. That was the promise of a future filled with love... and beauty... and brilliance. That future began and ended with Xuan.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“And finally, she told one more story.”
― Kamilla Benko, The Unicorn Quest

“Very long ago, as old people have told me...

— Opening line. The dragon of the north”
― various, Beauty and the Beast and Other Classic Fairy Tales

“Twice upon a time - for that is how some stories should continue - there was a mother whose daughter was stolen from her.”
― John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things

“Once upon a time, long ago, there lived a quiet and dreamy child named Benedict who grew up not knowing love. He was rarely lonely, however, because ghosts gravitated to him.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds

“Once upon a time, long ago, there lived a quiet and dreamy child named Benedict who grew up not knowing love. He was rarely lonely, however, because ghosts gravitated to him.
But this was not love. He understood that.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds

“There were big days and there were small days and there were bad days and there were good days and I suppose I could pick any one of 'em for my "once upon a time". But if I'm going to be truthful-and truthful is something I always aim to be-then there really is only one place to start this story.”
― Dan Geimenhart

“Sometimes stories start with a bang, and sometimes stories start with a whisper, and sometimes stories start with a robbery or a car chase or a fistfight or someone being born or someone dying. Sometimes stories start with a kitten. I mean, the funny thing about stories is that they don’t really start or stop at all. It’s just the telling that starts or stops.”
― Dan Geimenhart

“There once was a town.
It was a quaint little town, in a quiet valley, where life moved at the pace of snails and the only road in was the only way out, too. There was a candy store that sold the sweetest honey taffy you ever tasted, and a garden store that grew exotic, beautiful blooms year-round. The local café was named after a possum that tormented its owner for years, and the chef there made the best honey French toast in the Northeast. There was a bar where the bartender always knew your name, and always served your burgers slightly burnt, though the local hot sauce always disguised the taste. If you wanted to stay the weekend, you could check-in at the new bed-and-breakfast in town--- just as soon as its renovations were finished, and just a pleasant hike up Honeybee Trail was a waterfall there, rumor had it, if you made a wish underneath it, the wish would come true. There was a drugstore, a grocer, a jewelry store that was open only when Mercury was in of retrograde---
And, oh, there was a bookstore.
It was tucked into an unassuming corner of an old brick building fitted with a labyrinthine maze of shelves stocked with hundreds of books. In the back corner was a reading space with a fireplace, and chairs so cozy you could sink into them for hours while you read. The rafters were filled with glass chimes that, when the sunlight came in through the top windows, would send dapples of colors flooding across the stacks of books, painting them in rainbows. A family of starlings roosted in the eaves, and sang different songs every morning, in time with the tolls of the clock tower.
The town was quiet in that cozy, sleepy way that if you closed your eyes, you could almost hear the valley breathe as wind crept through it, between the buildings, and was sighed out again.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story

“Long ago and far away, the Moth King, known for his jealousy, uncertain temper and melancholy, courted the frivolous Butterfly Queen. They were very different. He was nocturnal; she loved the sun. He was sullen and taciturn; she was filled with merriment. Even so, they fell in love, and their wedding was held at sunset on the edge of a bramble wood, with all of their folk in attendance, and with dancing throughout the night and day.”
― Joanne Harris, The Moonlight Market