Godmother Quotes

“Tous mes anciens amours vont me revenir.'
- All my old loves will be returned to me”
― Carolyn Turgeon, Godmother: The Secret Cinderella Story

“Her godmother, who was a fairy, said, "You would like to go to the ball, is that not so?”
― Charles Perrault, Cendrillon and the Glass Slipper: The French 'Cinderella' Fairytale

“I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was like a musical instrument that we could play effortlessly.
...I could not fly. My sister was not there. My heart was broken.”
― Carolyn Turgeon, Godmother: The Secret Cinderella Story

“Sometimes, it seemed, the business of a Witch or a Godmother was not so much using magic as knowing when not to use it.”
― Mercedes Lackey, The Fairy Godmother

“Tomally had always wanted children of her own. Unfortunately, she'd never been able to conceive. Tomally said she had made her peace with it years ago, but Iduna suspected there was still a part of her that longed to be a mother. Iduna had always thought Tomally would make an exceptional one... and now she'd have the chance. Tomally loved hearing stories about Anna's spunk- Tomally had been just like her when they were young- and expressed delight whenever Iduna wrote about Anna doing something precocious. Iduna knew they'd get along well. She could just picture Tomally and Anna baking in their shop. Anna loved to bake and was always so proud of her krumkaker. Tomally would have to be the one to teach her new recipes now and help her keep up with her studies and learn about the world around her. It wasn't the childhood Iduna had envisioned for Anna, but it would still be a good life and excellent training for her future as a princess. When Elsa someday ascended to the throne, it would be Anna who understood their people and could help her sister relate to their kingdom. Their relationship would be much like the one she and Tomally had shared when they were children.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“Grace adored Amelia. The older woman was a close friend of her grandmother and mother, and a constant in Grace's life. She visited Amelia often. The inn was her second home.
As a child she'd always raced up the stairs and raided Amelia's bedroom closet, and Amelia had encouraged her unconventional behavior. Grace had loved dressing up in vintage clothing. Attempting to walk up in a pair of high button shoes. Amelia was the first to recognize Grace's love of costume. Her enjoyment of tea parties. She'd supported Grace's dream of opening her business, Charade, when Grace sought a career. From birthdays to holidays, the costume shop was popular and successful. Grace couldn't have been happier.
She admired Amelia now. Her long, braided hair was the same soft gray as her eyes. Years accumulated, but never seemed to touch her. She appeared youthful, ageless, in a sage-green tunic, belted over a paisley gauze skirt in shades of cranberry, green, and gold. Elaborate gold hoops hung at her ears, ones designed with silver beads and tiny gold bells. The thin metal chains on her three-tiered necklace sparkled with lavender rhinestones and reflective mirror discs. Bangles of charms looped her wrist. A thick, hammered-silver bracelet curved near her right elbow. A triple gold ring with three pearls arched from her index finger to her fourth. She sparkled.”
― Kate Angell, The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

“The bodiless dead are much harder to grab. But they also can't hurt you, usually.'

'Usually?'

'Never say never.”
― T. Kingfisher, Nettle & Bone

“Ah.' The godmother smiled then, and cracks ran across her skin from the motion, like a plaster wall falling apart. As Marra watched in horror, a chip of skin fell from her cheekbone. There was no blood under it, nothing but cool, brown bone. 'Yes, Agnes, will you pass me my teacup? It seems that I am about to die, and I would like a little more tea.'
...
She tried to press it in to the godmother's hands, but they were only bone, folded politely in to a pile of dust.
...
'Thank you,' said the godmother against the rim of the teacup, and then she fell apart. Marra took a step back but there was something oddly peaceful about it, about bones sinking down in to the robes and the dust pattering down around them. There had been very little flesh left to the godmother, only skin and skeleton and iron will. Her robes stayed in the perfect triangle, stiff with gold brocade.”
― T. Kingfisher, Nettle & Bone

“The woman lifted the lid to reveal a wand of cut crystal set on a regal velvet pillow. It had a slender glass hangle and at the tip, a multifaceted star which refracted at the light of the glittering chandelier above the counter.”
― Adelyn Belsterling, I Wish I May

“The woman lifted the lid to reveal a wand of cut crystal set on a regal velvet pillow. It had a slender glass handle and at the tip, a multifaceted star which refracted at the light of the glittering chandelier above the counter.”
― Adelyn Belsterling, I Wish I May