The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.

Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?

We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.

The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things...Things must happen when it is time for them to happen.

A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.

As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.

There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.