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But hoping," he said, "is how the impossible can be possible after all.
It is a dangerous thing to unbelieve something only because it frightens you.
Sometimes your heart is the only thing worth listening to.
When pleased, I beat like a drum. When sad, I break like glass. Once stolen, I can never be taken back. What am I?.
Fascinating, isn't it, how often heroic and foolish turn out to be one and the same.
To be all right implies an impossible phase. We hope for mostly right on the best of our days.
Over everything, I choose you.
Perhaps we know each other in the future and you’re only remembering backward.
Good. I’ve become rather fond of fools.
Stuff and nonsense. Nonsense and stuff and much of a muchness and nonsense all over again. We are all mad here, don't you know?.
Is this what’s going to make you happy?’ ‘How different everything could have been, if you had thought to ask me that before.
These things do not happen in dreams, dear girl,' he said, vanishing up to his neck. 'They happen only in nightmares.' His head spiralled and he was gone.
Now mine eyes see the heart that once we did search for, and I fear this heart shall be mended, nevermore.
Mind my words, Cheshire, I will have you banished from this kingdom if you tempt me." "An empty threat from an empty girl." She rounded on him, teeth flashing. "I am not empty. I am full to the brim with murder and revenge. I am overflowing and I do not think you wish for me to overflow on to you." "There was a time" – Cheshire yawned – "when you overflowed with whimsy and icing sugar. I liked that Catherine better.
For the murder of Jest, the court joker of Hearts, I sentence this man to death.’ She spoke without feeling, unburdened by love or dreams or the pain of a broken heart. It was a new day in Hearts, and she was the Queen. ‘Off with his head.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, Had a wife but couldn’t keep her; He put her in a pumpkin shell And there he kept her very well. Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, Had a pet and couldn’t feed her; Caught a maid who had meant well –What became of her, no one can tell.
Off with his head.
Are you here for a reason, Cheshire? Why, yes, I would enjoy a cup of tea. I take mine with lots of cream, and no tea. Thank you.
This was why she enjoyed baking. A good dessert could make her feel like she'd created joy at the tips of her fingers. Suddenly, the people around the table were no longer strangers. They were friends and confidantes, and she was sharing with them her magic.
You want to hear a riddle, you say? I know a very good one. It begins, why is a raven like a writing desk?’ She lifted her chin. ‘Have you gone mad, Hatta? I can’t seem to tell.’ ‘They are both so full of poetry, you see. Darkness and whimsy, nightmares and song.
You know as well as I that you're going to break at least one heart before this is over, and I want nothing more to do with you.
We will all greet fate, on the other side.
She is a rose, Jest. Lovely on the eyes, yes, but such thorns are not to be ignored.
One to be a murderer, the other to be martyred, One to be a monarch, the other to go mad.
As it so happens, Mr. Jest, I’ve sometimes come to believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast….
You aren’t only talented, but . . . do you know, you’re extra beautiful when you talk about baking. You know you’re good at it, and that knowledge lights you up.
Something about him seemed crafted for her, and that thought made her face flame, like she was standing too close to a fire.
You must think I’m a fool to even consider rejecting him.’ ‘My lady, I am a professional fool. I can say with certainty that you do not have the makings of one.’ She smirked. ‘Then that’s a relief.’ ‘Is it? Have you something against fools?’ ‘Not at all. Only, if I were as natural at foolishness as I am at poetry, I might try to take your position from you, and you seem so very well suited to it.
Some say it is better to have eaten and lost than never to have eaten at all.
And the moral of that is "Once a goldfish, forever a goldfish.
Sweets and Tarts: The Most Wonderous Bakery in All of Hearts.
Everyone always underestimates the idiot.
Hello again,’ she said, shivering in the night air.‘Good eve, fair lady, your forgiveness we implore, to come so brashly tapping, tapping at your chamber door.’‘Oh, well, this isn’t exactly my chamber door. More like a window, actually.’The Raven bobbed his head. ‘I made some alterations for the sake of the rhyme.’‘I see. Well – good evening, fair Raven, my forgiveness I bestow, for this uncanny meeting outside of my window.’A boisterous laugh startled Catherine, sending her heart into her throat.
I am not empty. I am full to the brim with murder and revenge. I am overlfowing and I do not think you wish for me to overflow onto you.
It was difficult to be polite when you wanted to run away.
Always check your hats be- fore donning them. You never know what might be lurking inside.
Why is a raven like a writing desk? They are both so full of poetry, you see. Darkness and whimsy, nightmares and song.
Besides, if you ever did eat some bad food, I could still find a use for you. I've always wanted a cat-drawn carriage." Cheshire opened one eye, his pupil slitted and unamused. "I would dangle balls of yarn and fish bones out in front to keep you moving." He stopped purring long enough to say, "You are not as cute as you think you are, Lady Pinkerton.
It is much wiser to let your inner beauty shine through a drab gown than to attempt to conceal it with physical accoutrements.
I cannot tell you how I look forward to a lifetime at your side, and all th and impossible things I’ll have you believing in.
Why is a raven like a writing desk? Because they both have quills dipped in ink.
Is that . . . has it all been for that? The tea party, the letters, what you said at the festival . . . all of it, no more than an attempt to steal my heart so you could take it back to your queen?’ ‘The easiest way to steal something,’ Jest murmured, ‘is for it to be given willingly.
Cath lifted her chin and, for the first time, dared to imagine herself a queen.
Cath wondered if that youthful face had ever seen a true smile.
Right is always right. Except when left is right, naturally.
...she's the jammiest bit of jam, isn't she.
His eyes were the colour of gold, of sunflowers and butterscotch and lemons hanging heavy on their boughs - Jest.
I have a personal rule about not entering into business with spineless creatures. No snakes. No slippery eels. And worst of all, no fickle women.
Maybe there is no amount of magic that could ever make this a possibility,’ she whispered against his jaw. He was trembling, but so slightly she could only tell when she stood so close. ‘If I am not to have happiness, let me at least have a purpose. Let me give you the heart of a queen.
I've become rather fond of fools.
She spoke without feeling, unburdened by love or dreams or the pain of a broken heart. It was a new day in Hearts, and she was the Queen.
Off with its head,.
We are all mad here, don’t you know?.
Of course, ignoble idiocy seems to be an epidemic around these parts." Cheshire began to fade away. "So he shall not be alone.
Even the blackest heart once beat red.
These things do not happen in dreams, dear girl," he said vanishing up to his neck. "They happen only in nightmares.