"I am very honoured by your proposal, but I never expected it. I never thought you felt anything for me but pity." "I don’t want you to feel honoured by my proposal, I want you to marry me, to love me as I love you-“ "I have told you, I am not free to love you."
I’m ugly and awkward and I always say the wrong things. I fly around throwing away perfectly good marriage proposals. I love our home, but I’m just so fitful and I can’t stand being here! I’m sorry, I’m sorry Marmee. There’s just something really wrong with me. I want to change, but I - I can’t. And I just know I’ll never fit in anywhere.
If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?
And the tiny women opened her very secret place and showed the princess a shadow. It was the shadow of someone who’d gone by many years ago. “And you keep watch over this every day?” said the princess. “Yes,” said the tiny woman. “Because no one so good or kind had ever passed that way ever since.”
Meg, my little flower, my little bird, my little nut-Meg. What exactly happened here? I thought you were gonna persuade the river guardian to join my team for the uprising and here I am sort of… river-guardian-less.