“Too many people confuse real magic with magical thinking. Real magic isn t a trick and it transforms our lives. Magical thinking is denial. Real magic is what happens when we break old belief patterns and have the courage to employ the native laws of the Universe”
“Red wine is different from white. Removing the grape skin does all the difference.”
“This girl is magic. She s wild incantations. She s that spark that lit me back to life and I m burning for her.”
“Don t let the magic slip away, he says, or you ll sink into the quicksand of the ordinary.”
“There s magic in recognizing a kindred spirit, and an even greater power in letting yourself love them. When it scares you, let it - that s your ego letting go.”
“We wait, starving for moments of high magic to inspire us, but life is full of common enchantment waiting for our alchemists eyes to notice.”
“My goofiest-sounding secret is that I also believe in magic. Sometimes I call it God and sometimes I call it light, and I believe in it because every now and then I read a really good book or hear a really good song or have a really good conversation with a friend and they seem to have some kind of shine to them. The list I keep of these moments in the back of my journal is comprised less of times when I was laughing or smiling and more of times when I felt like I could feel the colors in my eyes deepening from the display before me. Times in which I felt I was witnessing an all-encompassing representation of life driven by an understanding that, coincidence or not, our existence is a peculiar thing, and perhaps the greatest way to honor it is to just be human. To be happy AND sad, and everything else. And yeah, living is a pain, and I say I hate everyone and everything, and I don’t exude much enthusiasm when sandwiched between fluorescent lighting and vinyl flooring for seven hours straight, and I will probably mumble a bunch about how much I wish I could sleep forever the next time I have to wake up at 6 AM. But make no mistake about it: I really do like living. I really, truly do.”
“Love: I guess It is some kind of magic, It has a power to make us better... But there is the thing magic can sometimes be an illusion and nothing else.”
“Then, things get hard, because once you know magic exists, you have to decide whether to be the bystander, or the magician … and we were all born to be magicians.”
“Let me tell you something, kid, said Mrs. H of Boston and Beacon Hill. Magic is just a word for what s left to the powerless once everyone else has eaten their fill.”
“No fairy godmother had ever spent time helping a poor and humble milk maid who was destined to die even poorer and humbler.”
“Sometimes a fairy godmother needs more than magic.”
“logic is tragic, because it has no magic!”
“Oh, man, Beck breathed. Check out the car. It was white with a black top. The hood looked as as long as a football field. Sure is big, was all I could manage to say. Beck gazed longingly at the beast, his eyes glowing in appreciation. You know what that is? Uh, no. Should I? It s a fully restored, two-door 1973 Monte Carlo. Muscle car, big time. Bet it s hard to park.”
“Oooh, sneaky, I thought. Must be how normal mothers operate instead of yelling.”
“Beck stabbed a hand through his hair and continued.”
“I reserve magick for necessities, a bit like the good china. It has a time and a place, but eating peanut butter sandwiches off it each morning chips and devalues it.”