“Ginnifer Goodwin and I kind of stopped and thought, we are now filming one of the most iconic scenes in fairy-tale history — Snow White woken up by Prince Charming. We were way out in the middle of the woods, in Golden Ears. It was cold and raining. We showed up at the set, and it was beautiful. There was this glass coffin, and the Seven Dwarves were surrounded by (movie) snow — and then it started to snow. For real. Actual, real snow. I don’t know — we thought there was some kind of divine intervention going on.   We thought, this is special, this is a real moment.“  —- Josh Dallas


#mythoughtsaboutscenes : Something trivial but I like how in this scene, when Joe and Barry enters the house, Caitlin instantly gets up from her seat to greet them. Very respectful and good manners in my opinion (interesting that they add that in), cos you know you’re in someone else’s home and especially when an elder enters, you respectfully greet them.  Also, for a moment there I thought she was Like a wifey that welcomes her hubbie when he returns home, (who’s the husband is in this scene, you decide ^__*) especially with that baby-doll dress, it makes her look like she was preggers. XDD Seriously! Plus the hand gestures she made to pat down her dress misled me to thinking that haha…

However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras. To whom did this anarchical scoffer unite himself in this phalanx of absolute minds? To the most absolute. In what manner had Enjolras subjugated him? By his ideas? No. By his character. A phenomenon which is often observable. A sceptic who adheres to a believer is as simple as the law of complementary colors. That which we lack attracts us. No one loves the light like the blind man. The dwarf adores the drum-major. The toad always has his eyes fixed on heaven. Why? In order to watch the bird in its flight. Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras. He had need of Enjolras. That chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly aware of it, and without the idea of explaining it to himself having occurred to him.
—  Victor Hugo, Les Misérables