This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.— Erin Morgenstern
The most terrific Erin Morgenstern quotes that will activate your desire to change
I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held.
I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held.
Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do.
I have absurdly vivid dreams.
Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind.
Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.
Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my experience, at least the ones worth something, in any case.
The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.
People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.
Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.
Tarot is just stories on cards.
The circus looks abandoned and empty.
But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp scent of the autumn leaves. A subtle sweetness at the edges of the cold.
Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.
Love is fickle and fleeting," Tsukiko continues.
"It is rarely a solid foundation for decisions to be made upon, in any game.
I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.' 'But you built me dreams instead.
Old stories have a habit of being told and retold and changed.
Each subsequent storyteller puts his or her mark upon it. Whatever truth the story once had is buried in bias and embellishment. The reasons do not matter as much as the story itself.
I don't think there's anything wrong being a dreamer.
I have tried to let you go and I cannot.
I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.
You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.
You believe you could not live with the pain.
Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.
Because I do not wish to know,” he says.
“I prefer to remain unenlightened, to better appreciate the dark.
The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft and quiet.
It is likely to make us think we are not caged. We cannot feel the bars unless we push against them.
The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.
The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night.
Life takes us to unexpected places sometimes. The future is never set in stone, remember that.
Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent.
The circus arrives without warning.
And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise.
Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister's story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead.
Celia." he says without looking up at her, "why do we wind our watch?" "Because everything requires energy," she recites obediently, eyes still focused on her hand. "We must put effort and energy into anything we wish to change.
You don't have to be a chef or even a particularly good cook to experience proper kitchen alchemy: the moment when ingredients combine to form something more delectable than the sum of their parts.
Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon .
. . is not the dragon the hero of his own story?
I believe you have my umbrella" he says, almost out of breath but wearing a grin that has too much wolf in it to be properly sheepish.
The Cloud Maze. “ An Excursion in Dimension A Climb Though the Firmament; There Is No Beginning There Is No End Enter Where You Please Leave When You Wish Have No Fear of Falling
The most difficult thing to read is time. Maybe because it changes so many things.
Have you tried the cinnamon things?" Poppet asks.
"They're rather new. What are they called, Widge?" "Fantastically delicious cinnamon things?
I couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what I wanted to be real.
I have read for countless people on innumerable subjects and the most difficult thing to understand within the cards is always the timing. I knew that, and still it surprised me. How long I was willing to wait for something that was only a possibility. I always thought it was just a matter of time but I was wrong.
Is it not that bad to be trapped somewhere, then? Depending on where you're trapped?" "I suppose it depends on how much you like the place you're trapped in," Widget says. "And how much you like whoever you're stuck there with," Poppet adds, kicking his black boot with her white one.
They say it's darkest before the dawn, but it also tend to be quietest, and the quiet lets you hear yourself better.
The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.
I like to call it nighttime brain: the way your mind seems to function on a different frequency than it does during daylight hours - which can be good or bad but also can lead to unexpected epiphanies or experiences that wouldn't be the same at any other time of day.
Before you leave, the fortune teller reminds you that the future is never set in stone.
So it’s really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.
Marco moves to close the distance between them, kissing away her tears before catching her lip with his own. As he kisses her, the bonfire glows brighter. The acrobats catch the light perfectly as they spin. The entire circus sparkles, dazzling every patron.
You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul
I’ve missed you,” he whispers softly.
The air between them is electric as he leans in, gently brushing his lips against her neck. In the next room, the guests complain about the sudden increase in temperature. Fans are drawn from colorful bags, fluttering like tropical birds.
We must put effort and energy into anything we wish to change.
Though I have seen a great deal of the sights, traveled a number of the available paths, there are always corners that remain unexplored, doors that remain unopened.
But you built me dreams instead.
Better to have a single perfect diamond than a sack of flawed stones.