Magical Stories Quotes

“Even if you can’t see any proof right now, you must believe. Sometimes, you must believe first before you can see!”
― Jocelyn Soriano, The Good For Nothing Boy

“Go away, close the book, put it down do not look!”
― Holly Black, The Field Guide

“Will I see a phoenix one day, Grandma?" Emily asked.
"Perhaps, dear. But remember, the greatest adventure is not in others, but in discovering the magic within yourself.”
― Nicoleclaire C., Guardians of Glyndor

“I look at myself as a child of pore sorcery, a 'White Angel' when death would come, thus of pouring, I will not be stolen to purgatory, yet that is becoming harder to endure tirelessly when this is what I was born for to slaughter, yet I got away, I got away before, I was killed in a naked virgin child sacrifice, to the 'Angels of Darkness.”
― Marcel Ray Duriez, Nevaeh Book 1

“If my life here can change in a single moment, what can going to another world do to me?”
― I.O. Scheffer, Fearghus Academy: October Jewels

“Though she got a warm, sentimental feeling from Telemachus' thoughtfulness, she preferred to be practical when dealing with personal safety. After all, she didn't know what risks she could take. When she took risks last semester, five people died.”
― I.O. Scheffer, Fearghus Academy: Crystal Shards

“Should I hug her? Pet her head? Kick her? Why is she looking at me like how I look at shepherd's pie?”
― I.O. Scheffer, Fearghus Academy: Precarious Gems

“The bell above the door chimed, and magic tingled at my fingertips. The scent of ink and freshly printed paper swirled invitingly in the air as I followed my parents in the bookstore.”
― Julie Abe, Eva Evergreen, Semi-Magical Witch

“I sometimes feel the weight of previous lives, especially when I’m reading the tarot. It’s as if other eyes are seeing through mine, and passing their knowledge on to me.”
― TJ Green

“Many of us spend our days, our lives looking for magic but we never find it.
When sometimes it's right in front of us.
Magic exists in the air, in other people, animals & oceans. Magic exists but only if fully open our hearts and minds and accept it, let it in. Magic? It's a lot like love.”
― R.M. Engelhardt, THE BONES OF OUR EXISTENCE A JOURNAL 2046

“In every place, no matter where you look, there are nooks that one seems to see, odd little spaces and hidden corners that hide from the world in plain sight. In every single square inch of the world, no matter how populated, there are what could be called liminal places, tiny little spaces, sometimes vast stretches,
where the average laws of space and time are not wholly adhered to, you might say.”
― John Kreiter, The Art of Transmutation

“You reminded me of what I lack. Sometimes, it's the right place to begin."
"Begin what?" the boy asked.
"The right place to begin looking for what you need to find.”
― Jocelyn Soriano, The Good For Nothing Boy

“I know we can't do anything about those who couldn't even say they're sorry...but maybe...maybe we can do something about how we feel inside.”
― Jocelyn Soriano, The Good For Nothing Boy

“You say those things because you haven’t felt what I felt. Don’t you know how painful it is to be abandoned by your dearest friend?”
― Jocelyn Soriano, The Good For Nothing Boy

“It’s true; I have never been abandoned by my best friend. Even so, I think no one is really exempt from being hurt. I was hurt, too...and you may not know how I felt like...how it felt like...to be abandoned by your own mother.”
― Jocelyn Soriano, The Good For Nothing Boy

“He had always held on to his pain as though it were the biggest pain in all that world, but now, now he felt he could no longer hold on to it. His awareness of the boy’s pain somehow made him forget about his own.”
― Jocelyn Soriano, The Good For Nothing Boy

“Look here...this shell is unique. I think I could gather all the seashells in the world and I would still fail to find another one like this. As beautiful as this. In the same way, I think that’s how you are.”
― Jocelyn Soriano, The Good For Nothing Boy

“My Quotes D. Owen Powell
"Writing is not thinking at all. The muse, the narrative, just comes to those in search for the ebb and flow. Plot, already there and characters emerge when they are ready. Fingers to keyboard, pen to paper, chisel to tablet, story will come. Don't think.
...the breath of Spirit knows infinite ways to dream. Breathe deep.”
― D. Owen Powell

“I'll do what I can, when I can," thought Eva, patting the little fox.
" Now, that isn't interfering, is it, my precious! laughed Eva, lounging back in the armchair as if she had just put the whole world, at least, her little world, Alaska to rights.”
― Suzy Davies, The Girl in The Red Cape

“Someone else stirred, scurried to the threshold and breathed in the cold night air. Liquid shadows were moving, under the trees that surrounded the trail. Eva heard the howl of wolves! "Go with them, Tag," Eva whispered. "Black-Claw, you can go ahead!”
― Suzy Davies, The Girl in The Red Cape

“You must give magic to receive magic.”
― M.J. Irving, Nova's Quest for the Enchanted Chalice

“You know, I went to Berlin to have relax—' I stopped. Should I tell him about my magic sunglasses? Would that make my whole story even more fantastic? I decided to keep quiet about it; my frankness had some limits.”
― Mariia Manko, Through the Magic Sunglasses

“We believe in what we want to believe. I recently read a book about autosuggestion and decided to test it....”
― Mariia Manko, Through the Magic Sunglasses

“At first, the Museo reminded me of an American community college plopped along the outskirts of an American suburb in what used to be a fertile American cornfield. This institution was large, but upon closer examination, it lacked the expanse I was expecting. As Ernesto drove toward the building, I noted the difference between my expectations and reality — the mountainous backdrop in the distance.”
― Eva Newcastle, Haunting Patagonia: A Novel of Passages & Echos

“This place is full of cats--and ghosts. Far too many to be normal,, even for an old mansion.”
― Shel Danielson, The Bell Tower Ghosts and Other Stories

“Miracle story about Lahiri Mahasaya from a woman disciple, Abhoya, from Chapter 31, titled "An Interview with the Sacred Mother", in the book "Autobiography of a Yogi" by Yogananda*:

She [Abhoya] and her husband, a Calcutta lawyer, started one day for Banaras to visit the guru. Their carriage was delayed by heavy traffic; they reached the Howrah main station in Calcutta only to hear the Banaras train whistling for departure.

Abhoya, near the ticket office, stood quietly.
"Lahiri Mahasaya, I beseech thee to stop the train!" she silently prayer. "I cannot suffer the pangs of delay in waiting another day to see thee."

The wheels of the snorting train continued to move round and round, but there was no onward progress. The engineer and passengers descended to the platform to view the phenomenon.
An English railroad guard approached Abhoya and her husband. Contrary to all precedent, the guard volunteered his services. "Babu," he said, "give me the money. I will buy your tickets while you get aboard."

As soon as the couple was seated and had received the tickets, the train slowly moved forward. In panic, the engineer and passangers clambered again to their places, knowing neither how hte train started nor why it had stopped in the first place.

Arriving at hte home of Lahiri Mahasaya in Banaras, Abhoya silently prostrated herself before the master, and tried to touch his feet.
"Compose yourself, Abhoya," he remarked. "How you love to bother me! As if you could not have come here by the next train!

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*More Lahiri Mahasaya miracle stories can be found in this chapter of this book.”
― Lahiri Mahasaya

“You may know the Grace kids well, but there is still much tale to tell...”
― Holly Black

“There's more things real than you can imagine”
― Christine Hassett, Thomas and the Kite Dragon: A dragon story for 7-11 year olds

“As the fierce battle raged on between Prince Assad and the soldiers, the small puddle nestled amidst the underbrush continued to mirror the night sky and the radiant moon. Its surface rippled gently, distorting the celestial reflection and adding an entrancing aura to the scene. Within the puddle's depths, a bright, luminescent orb seemed suspended in the water's embrace, mirroring the moon's radiance.
Amidst the enchanting dance of ripples in the puddle, Dilaram, Princess Mehjabeen's loyal companion emerged, took a deep breath, and made a daring decision. She knew the danger that Prince Assad faced in the relentless battle with the soldiers, and her love and loyalty to the princess drove her to act.
With her heart pounding, Dilaram raised her delicate hands and began whispering an incantation, her words imbued with ancient magic.
Dilaram's incantation, born from the depths of her love and loyalty to Princess Mehjabeen, was a powerful spell that wove together the mystical forces of Tilsim Hoshruba. It was an incantation that had been passed down through generations of enchantresses, carefully guarded and used only in the direst of circumstances.
The incantation itself was a blend of ancient words and intricate hand movements, a delicate dance of both spoken and unspoken magic. As Dilaram whispered the words and traced the patterns in the air, the spell took form:
"By the moon's radiant light, by the heart's unwavering might,
In the name of love, in the name of fate,
Create for him an unseen gate."
As Dilaram continued her chant, the magic came to life. It created a shimmering tunnel amidst the swampy underbrush. Prince Assad, still embroiled in combat, continued to face the soldiers with unwavering determination. His every strike was a testament to his prowess as a skilled warrior.
Dilaram's incantation worked like a silent, invisible wind. It pulled Prince Assad away from the battlefield and into the concealed tunnel she had created. The soldiers, bewildered by his sudden disappearance, exchanged confused glances, their swords raised and ready.
Within the concealed tunnel, Prince Assad was transported to safety, away from the immediate danger of the soldiers' blades. As he stepped into this mystical passage, the world around him shifted, and he found himself hidden from view.
Dilaram's work was not done yet. Her incantation had created the gate, and now she whispered another set of words:
"Through the veil of night, beyond the soldiers' sight,
Guide him to where he'll be free, under the moon's decree."
This incantation was designed to lead Prince Assad to a safe location, away from the soldiers' pursuit. It was as if the night itself had become his protector, guiding him to a place where he could regroup and remain hidden.
With her final words, the portal shimmered and then vanished, leaving no trace of its existence. Dilaram, her heart heavy with concern for Prince Assad, disappeared inside the puddle, from where she had initiated the spell. She knew that the fate of both Prince Assad and Princess Mehjabeen hung in the balance, and the path they would choose was a destiny intertwined with the enigmatic realm of Tilsim Hoshruba.”
― Haala Humayun, The Legend of Tilsim Hoshruba

“Align yourself with the frequencies of the island.”
― Megan Mary, The Dream Haunters