#magi

Without asking, he moved behind her and brushed her hair over her shoulder. Drawing the necklace around her neck, he fastened the clasp. The amber felt cool against her sweltering skin. Lifting it, she rotated the pendant, watching as it caught the light. "It's lovely." Before she could change her mind, she dug into her pocket and shoved the rest of the coins into his hand. ↗

— Amber Argyle

#magic #pendants #witches #change

Magic or nature, they were much the same thing to Magnus. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #nature #nature

When we are born, we emerge into this world with new eyes and a spirit of wonder. Everything is a marvel to us. What would life be like if we retained that spirit of wonder? I can only imagine. A world such as this would not revolve around any misguided sense of self. Rather, it would be a world of infinite discovery. The wonder of life would remain forever. ↗

— Cassandra Blizzard

#inspirational #imagination

Who snitched?" "We have people monitoring police radio frequencies. They gave Jim a heads-up in case our security had to storm PAD offices and bust you out of there. I found out when I saw Jim walking down the hallway snickering to himself. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#ilona-andrews #jim #kate #kate-daniels #magic-slays

Kita tidak selalu menemukan keajaiban dalam kehidupan, tapi untukku momen itu istimewa, the best kind of magic there is. Sejauh yang dapat kuingat, momen itulah aku benar-benar jatuh cinta kepadanya. ↗

— Winna Efendi

#love #magic #love

...yes I understand your spells—your sex magic—at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #magic #sex-magick #spells #love

The enduring rapture with magic and fable has always struck me as latently childish and somehow sexless (and thus also related to childlessness). ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#childlessness #fable #fantasy-literature #literary-criticism #literature

To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal, what exists in the shadows, what shoulders its way out of mud and scurries along the damp edges of what is most commonly praised. And sometimes its invisibility is a blessing. Swamps and bogs are places of transition and wild growth, breeding grounds, experimental labs where organisms and ideas have the luxury of being out of the spotlight, where the imagination can mutate and mate, send tendrils into and out of the water. ↗

— Barbara Hurd

#change #imagination #life #light #mind

I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars.” Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. . . . Then he was sorry for the great fish that had nothing to eat and his determination to kill him never relaxed in his sorrow for him. . . . There is no one worthy of eating him from the manner of his behavior and his great dignity. I do not understand these things, he thought. But it is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#philosophy #simplicity #imagination

Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things. ↗

— Charles de Lint

#magic #inspirational