Zitate und Sprüche von Lady Lesso

Sophie: "You seem to be in charge. I'm in the wrong school."
Lady Lesso: "How distressful... and improbable. Back up!"

Once upon a time, there lived a girl named Sophie. A brave creature of exquisite beauty and uncommon grace, who was destined to change the world.

Did you ever wonder where every great fairy tale begins? Where the good become heroes? And the evil become villains? Welcome. We've been expecting you.

Our graduates live the very real events, which become the stories… that change the world.

The School for Good and Evil, where the true story behind every great fairy tale begins. The School for Good trains the heroes. The School for Evil, the villains.

Every so often, a very lucky candidate from the outside is selected for admission to this hallowed institution.

No one likes boys! Even girls who like boys can't stand boys!

It's the problem with fairy tales. From far away, they seem so perfect. But up close, they're just as complicated as real life.

Dear girl, it will be a very long road if you spend more time looking backwards than forward.

To find a happy ending with someone else, first you have to find it alone.

In the forest of primeval
A school for Good and Evil
Twin towers like two heads
One for the pure
And one for the wicked
Try to escape you'll always fail,
The only way out is
Through a fairytale.

It doesn't matter what we are, it matters what we do.

She had always found villains more exciting than heroes. They had ambition, passion. They made the stories happen. Villains didn't fear death. No, they wrapped themselves in death like suits of armor! As she inhaled the school's graveyard smell, Agatha felt her blood rush. For like all villains, death didn't scare her. It made her feel alive.

Beauty can only fight the truth for so long...

"You're not evil, Sophie," Agatha whispered, touching her decayed cheek. "You're human."
Sophie smiled weakly. "Only if I have you."

Sophie: "For the Create-A-Tale Competition, your story ended with Snow White eaten by vultures and Cinderella drowning her-self in a tub."
Agatha: "I thought it was a better ending."

Agatha wondered what these girls' souls would wish for. Depth, perhaps.

Everytime you do a Good Deed with true intention, your soul grows purer.

"My behavior last night was poor."
"Poor?" Agatha coughed. "You pushed me through a window!"

If there was one word Agatha dreaded more than "ball", it was "dancing".

Our towers aren't fair and lovely they're valor and honor that's what good is.

"Agatha, what do you see when you look in the mirror?"
"I don't look in mirrors."
"Why is that?"
"Because horses and hogs don't sit around ogling their reflections!"

"First time I told my dad I liked a girl, he slathered me in honey and sealed me in a bear den for a night. Haven't liked one since."
"First time I told my mother I fancied someone, she baked me in an oven for an hour," Mona agreed, green skin paling. "I never think about boys now."
"First time I liked a boy, my dad killed him." The group stopped and stared at Arachne. "Maybe Sophie just had bad parents," she said.

"You gave me a dead frog for my birthday!"
"To remind you we all die and end up rotting underground eaten by maggots so we should enjoy our birthdays while we have them. I found it thoughtful."

"Now there are five rules that separate Good from Evil," the gnome said, and wrote them in air with his smoking staff.
"1. The Evil attack. The Good defend.
2. The Evil punish. The Good forgive.
3. The Evil hurt. The Good help.
4. The Evil take. The Good give.
5. The Evil hate. The Good love."

Top-half students may use the Groom Room. Bottom-half students should use the time to reflect upon their mediocrity!

One downside of our big brains is we're the only creatures who are aware that death is inevitable. Although, if you lined ten dogs in a row and shot them one by one, the dog on the end would probably get the gist by about dog four.

Cells couldn't multiply without this, the IKEA instruction manual for life, DNA. DNA is tiny yet comlex, like Tom Cruise.

Knowledge is a paradox. The more one understands, the more one realizes the vastness of his ignorance.

When you lose everything, that's when you're finally free.

We're not defined by what we los. We're defined by what we survive.

They're exhausting to inflate, they scare the shit out of you when they pop, and uninflated they just look like a pile of clown-condoms.