Quotes tagged with trans. Sarah Alys Lindholm (best)

Mytho: When you've ripped out my heart, kiss it for me and dye your lips red with my blood.

Raven: I've raised you drinking my noble blood ever since you were a babe, but in the end you are a foolish human girl.

Mytho: Your beautiful heart makes beautiful flowers bloom.

Drosselmeyer: All the shards of the prince's heart have returned to him!
Duck: What? Really? So right now, he's...
Drosselmeyer: That's right, he must be suffering right about now.

Mr. Cat: Lately, you are even more lacking in concentration than you were before. It almost seems as though you have lost your eagerness. Is it possible you that have decided you cannot do anything, and so you are not trying to move forward?

Mr. Cat: Students of mine are getting married before me! There is no happier thing for a teacher than this!

Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a man who died. All the stories the man spun came true, so the king, the nobility, and the kingdom's rich all went to him to get him to write them stories. But when their wishes were granted they feared his power, and began to abhor him. So when the man died, the people rejoiced that a source of misfortune had gone. No one heard the sound of the dead man's scornful laughter.

Mr. Cat: Everybody has times when they feel as if they will never be able to reach their dream. But deciding there is no way you can do something is nothing more than a way of comforting yourself when you lack motivation.

Duck: Fakir is strong. Even if he's not carrying a sword, Fakir is Mytho's knight.

Used Bookstore Owner: There are things that are okay to know and things that are not.

Hermia: Love is a wonderful thing, but it also makes people suffer and be sad, right? So everyone has a hard time saying "I love you," and they're all keeping their feelings inside.

Drosselmeyer: What calm days. What peaceful days! But they won't continue forever, you know. That's what's so great about stories.

Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a princess raised by loving parents. One day, the princess snuck past the guard at the gate and slipped out of the castle for the very first time. However, no matter how far she went, outside the castle, there was only an endless forest as black as pitch. Before she knew it, the princess ended up unable to either escape the forest or return to the castle. In that kingdom, the inside of the castle was the entire world.

Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a man who died. The story the man wrote was about a happy prince who loved everyone and was loved by everyone. The people fought, each wanting him to love them and them alone, and an evil raven pecked at their loving hearts one after another. The more the prince loved them and tried to save them, the more the people's love just fed the raven. In the end, the raven thought "I'd like to try eating the prince's heart, the most delicious one of all."

Mytho: It's strange, isn't it? I love everyone in the world and want to protect them... And yet, I also want to make all the world's love my own. I wonder which one is the real me? I want people to love me. But is it okay to just be loved? I don't know. My pride is still lost in the dark...

Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a princess who was held captive. She was imprisoned in the demon king's castle. And with her freedom taken from her, she had no choice but to dance like a puppet to the tune set by the whims of the demon king. One day, a hero came to fight the demon king, seeking to save the princess. However, there was no way the hero could win against the demon king. The hero did not know, you see, that he himself was a puppet created by the demon king.

Femio: No word is more unsuited to me than "fear." Well, if there were just one thing I feared... I suppose it would be my own beauty.

Duck: Is your wound healed?
Fakir: It was finally getting better, but seeing your face has made it start throbbing with pain.

Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a man who died. The prince and the raven from the man's story escaped from the story and fought. Their battle ended with the prince taking out his own heart and sealing the raven away by using its forbidden power. The prince, who had lost his heart, met a duck in a certain town. Because of her love for the prince, the duck turned into a princess and gathered together the lost shards of his heart. The prince gradually regained his feelings, and at long last, he was able to regain even the feeling of love. And they lived happily ever after. But did they really? After all, the princess is fated to turn into a speck of light and vanish the moment she tells the prince of her love for him.

Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a man who died. The man had the power to make stories come true, so his hands were cut off by the people, who were afraid of tragedies becoming reality. When the man died, the people heaved a great sigh of relief. However, when his hands were cut off, the man had been writing a story in his own blood. That was a story of the man himself, who would continue to spin stories even after his death.

Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a maiden in love. "I want to tell my beloved how I feel, but my love might be over the moment I say it." Every day she suffered, agonizing in this way. She took no meals, and she was even unable to sleep. And finally, she died without ever having been able to communicate her feelings. But the man she loved married another woman and lived happily ever after, without ever even knowing the maiden had existed.

Drosselmeyer: You're trying to be responsible about writing, aren't you? That's why you can't write. When you write stories, you should do it more freely and irresponsibly, just following your own feelings.

Lilie: I just happened to be following Pike, and I just happened to see her meet up with the wonderful Mytho, and then when I just happened to keep following them, they went off to a place where there was absolutely nobody around. Well? Want to just happen to go see?

Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a young woman. The young woman was to marry a groom chosen by her parents, and not her sweetheart, whom she loved. She knew that her groom loved her very much, but did her sweetheart care for her even more than that? The young woman wasn't certain. In the end, after wavering between the two of them, the young woman even became unsure which one of them she really loved.

Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a knight. The knight never faltered in his duty, no matter what it was. He did not even falter in taking the life of his lover. That was what he took pride in. But the knight could not do anything but carry out his duty, and even after his death, he still seeks a duty to carry out. They say the knight, who became a ghost and now haunts this world, holds in his hand the blood-stained sword that pierced his lover's breast.

Duck: I thought I was doing my best for Mytho's sake, but... Was it for my own sake?

Duck: Miss Freya is what's wonderful. It makes me wish I could become this wonderful. But that would–
Uzura: Never happen, zura.
Duck: What? Really?
Uzura: Really, zura.
Duck: Not at all?
Uzura: Not a chance, zura!
Duck: Wait, who are you?!

Hermia: Your heart gets warm looking at it, doesn't it? It's like it's filled with the feeling of love, somehow. He must have been thinking about somebody while he created it.
Duck: But that might've been you, Miss Hermia!

Mytho: You have to be nicer to girls, Fakir.

Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a man who fell in love with a doll. Perhaps the man's love made itself felt, for one day, the doll came to life and began to dance. The man was delighted. He thought a doll would never betray his love, and that now he could have the world's most pure and innocent love all to himself. But the doll, who had been given life, rejected the man's love and fell in love with a different man.

Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a young man with a beautiful face. The people loved the handsome young man, but he never showed interest in loving anyone. This was because all he loved was himself. When the young man, who neglected to love and sought only to be loved, found someone he truly cared for, he realized that he had lost even the words to express those feelings.

Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved flowers more than anyone. She prayed every day for the whole town to be filled with beautiful flowers. To make that happen, she pulled up all the ugly weeds in town. Eventually the girl's prayers were answered and the town was blanketed in flowers. But they say the town that was filled with blossoms of all colors looked gray somehow.

Fakir: The real you is a duck. The real me... In the end, the real me has done nothing but be protected ever since I was a kid. I can't protect anyone.