Quote by Shannon Hale Download Open image ““A ball--things happen at a ball. Cinderella happened at a ball. Jane might happen.”” — Shannon Hale ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“So come Cinderella, let me take you to the ball again. Perhaps you will see more than I did, or perhaps you will begin… — Christine Wicker Copy Share Image
“Q: Why was Cinderella cut from the team? A: She ran away from the ball!” — Uncle Amon Copy Share Image
“Everyone should have a Cinderella moment, at least once in their lives.” — Georgia Scott Copy Share Image
“You know the part in Cinderella when everyone goes to the ball and she sits at home, crying? It wasn’t because her gown was… — Kelly Bingham Copy Share Image
“She looked like Cinderella in reverse, stepped out from her life at the ball for a day of misery among the ashes.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“He had curled himself up into a minature sphere in the farthest corner of the box, a fuzzy softball that would have fit eaisly… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“I may be the Cinderella to put on the slipper after all.' Margaret” — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“At midnight, Cinderella ran away from the ball, leaving behind glass slipper. The doors swing slowly close behind, shutting out the sound of the… — Donna Cooner Copy Share Image
“Maybe Cinderella didn’t live happily ever after. Maybe, come midnight, she wanted to run away. Maybe her price wouldn’t let her. Mine didn’t.” — J.M. Darhower Copy Share Image
“The assailants spread out in a formation, giving her the opportunity to turn her back. But she couldn’t. Cinderella scrunched her nose up. “Blast.” — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“Well, write me into the list of Those Who Don’t Mind a Bit,” said Cupid, eyeing his perfectly toned arms and chest. “My, but… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo? — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Um… I guess that’s that,” said Cerise. “That?” said Maddie. “That is never that. This is that. Or else that is this. And this… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Geric," she called. He turned back around. "What kind of flowers were they?" "I don't rightly know," he said. He made faltering gestures with… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme." "Bizarre… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“He wildly combed his hair with his fingers. “I can’t bear to be out there with you right now, all those indifferent people watching… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page? — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
