Snow White / Mary Margaret Blanchard

— How do you do it?
— Do what?
— Live with yourself? Knowing all the bad things you've done.
— Well, you tell yourself you did the right thing. And if you say it often enough, one day you might actually believe it.

But, Emma, that wall of yours, it may keep out pain, but it also may keep out love.

I always thought that if two people were supposed to be together, they'd find a way.

What do you think stories are for? These stories, the classics, there's a reason we all know them. They're a way for us to deal with our world. A world that doesn't always make sense.

— What's going on is I still have feelings for you.
— What?
— Why do you think I go to Granny's every morning at 7:15? It's to see you. And I don't know why. Because it just makes me miserable, because every time I see you, it just reminds me that you chose Kathryn instead of me. And that's why I didn't want you to come to the woods with me. Because being around you is too... It's too painful.
— You think this is funny?
— No! No, it's just... The reason I go to Granny's every morning at 7:15 is to see you.

I gave the book to him because I wanted Henry to have the most important thing anyone can have. Hope. Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing.

You ever walk into a situation where you know exactly what's going to happen? And then you go into it anyway. And then when what you were afraid of happens, you kick yourself
because you should have known better. But that's just who you are. So you keep punishing yourself.

Your life must be filled with such incredible loneliness if your only joy comes from destroying everyone else's happiness.

— I need a cure.
— What ails you, child?
— A broken heart.
— Ah! The most painful of afflictions.

But there are consequences to following through when the world tells you not to.

— You've poisoned his heart, now his marriage. And with that, the entire kingdom. All because of your feelings.
— I wish feelings could be helped, but they can't.
— Of course they can. Love is a disease. And like all diseases it can be vanquished in one of two ways. A cure, or death.

I mean, maybe you're doing something wrong, but if it's what's meant to be, if it's what's right, does that really make you a bad person?