I do believe in an everyday sort of magic -- the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone.— Charles de Lint
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It's all a matter of paying attention, being awake in the present moment, and not expecting a huge payoff. The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.
It's all those stories and how they braid together that tells us who and what and where we are
Stone walls confine a tinker; cold iron binds a witch; but a musician's music can never be fettered, for it lives first in her heart and mind.
Don't forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.
I'm not Chinese. I thrive in interesting times.
Fortune-telling doesn't reveal the future;
it mirrors the present. It resonates against what your subconscious already knows and hauls it up out of the darkness so you can get a good look at it.
I don't want to live in the kind of world where we don't look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.
There's bad apples in whatever way you want to group people - doesn't matter if it's religious, political or social. The big mistake is generalizing.
We're so quick to cut away pieces of ourselves to suit a particular relationship, a job, a circle of friends, incessantly editing who we are until we fit in.
Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things.
What I want to do is travel deep and deeper into the dreamlands, to find that place that I know is waiting for me here. My home.
There are people who take the heart out of you, and there are people who put it back.
Look inside yourself for the answers - you're the only one who knows what's best for you. Everybody else is only guessing.
When all's said and done, all roads lead to the same end.
So it's not so much which road you take, as how you take it.
We call them faerie. We don't believe in them. Our loss.
It's easy to believe in magic when you're young.
Anything you couldn't explain was magic then. It didn't matter if it was science or a fairy tale. Electricity and elves were both infinitely mysterious and equally possible - elves probably more so.
There's more to life than just surviving . . . but . . . sometimes just surviving is all you get
The real problem is, people think life is a ladder, and it's really a wheel.
Witchery is merely a word for what we are all capable of - heightened nightsight, an empathy shared with the beasts, a utilization of the more obscure abilities of our minds. Nothing that science can't explain away. Wizardry is spells and enchantments. Fairy tales.
Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.
Like legend and myth, magic fades when it is unused - hence all the old tales of elfin kingdoms moving further and further away from our world, or that magical beings require our faith, our belief in their existence, to survive. That is a lie. All they require is our recognition.
Beauty isn't what you see on TV or in magazine ads or even necessarily in art galleries. It's a lot deeper and a lot simpler than that. It's realizing the goodness of things, it's leaving the world a little better than it was before you got here. It's appreciating the inspiration of the world around you and trying to inspire others.
The road leading to a goal does not separate you from the destination;
it is essentially a part of it.
I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile.
Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed.
What would be left to strive for if everything were known?
That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.
There's never an easy route to the things that matter.
The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.
The fey wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them.
If you're not ready to die, then how can you live?
Growing up, I'd already decided I wanted to be a beatnik.
A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist. I'd dress in black turtlenecks and smoke Gitanes. I'd listen to cool jazz in clubs, getting up to read devastating truths from my notebook, leaning against the microphone, cigarette dangling from my hand.
We end up stumbling our way through the forest, never seeing all the unexpected and wonderful possibilities and potentials because we're looking for the idea of a tree, instead of appreciating the actual trees in front of us.
There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well-told tale.
The best artists know what to leave out.
The thing with pretending you're in a good mood is that sometimes you can actually trick yourself into feeling better.
You can't stand up to the night until you understand what's hiding in its shadows.
The stronger a woman gets, the more insecure the men in her life feel.
It doesn’t work that way for a woman. We celebrate strength--in our partners as well as in ourselves.
The best artists know what to leave out.
They know how much of the support should show through as the pigment is applied, what details aren't necessary.
The thing with pretending you're in a good mood is that sometimes you can.
Can you remember how you felt when you were communicating through your artwork? Not just the sense of completion, but the sense of rightness- the sense that you had brought to life something that could live beyond your sphere of being, that held in it far more potential than you ever realized you were imbuing in the work?
Books and music saved me as a teenager because it was through them that I realized that I wasn't alone in my obsessive love for words and music.
You know how we'd get along better? If everybody'd just remember how we're all related. White, black, Asian, skin. No difference. All the bloodlines go back to that one old mama in Africa.
Only fools think they're wise; the rest of us just muddle through as we can.
Why did men worship in churches, locking themselves away in the dark, when the world lay beyond its doors in all its real glory?
The puppet thinks: It's not so much what they make me do as their hands inside me.
A long time ago a bunch of people reached a general consensus as to what's real and what's not and most of us have been going along with it ever since.
The problem with children is that you have to put up with their parents.
When you're touched by magic, nothing's ever quite the same again.
What really makes me sad is all those people who never have the chance to know that touch. They're too busy, or they just don't hold with make-believe, so they shut the door without really knowing it was there to be opened in the first place.
But that's what we all are-just stories.
We only exist by how people remember us, by the stories we make of our lives. Without the stories, we'd just fade away.
You don't have to be Michelangelo to teach basic art, just as you don't have to be Shakespeare to be able to teach the correct use of language.