Magical Realism Quotes

“Pain as old as time itself, threaded with memories of heartache old and new, are translated into wails of anguish, the sonnet of her life.”
― Kathy Martone, Victorian Songlight: The Birthings of Magic & Mystery

“My point is that a leaf knows it’s important at all moments of its life, even when its broken. People always forget that a rough day, a bad year, doesn’t equal a bad life.”
― Amber McBride, We Are All So Good at Smiling

“Everyone everything has potential for magic. You just gotta be standing somewhere in the world and in the body that lets you see it.”
― Tillie Walden, Are You Listening?

“I was four years old when I first saw a dragon. I was four years old when I first learned to be silent about dragons. Perhaps this about how we learn silence ------an absence of words, an absence of context, a hole in the universe where the truth should be.”
― Kelly Barnhill, When Women Were Dragons

“When something horrible happens, or something amazing...really, anything that's big, it makes you feel like mountains could shatter, or the sky could disappear...you know what I'm talking about? Well, most places, mountains stay put. Sky stays in one piece. Kind of cruel, really. But here, everything is listening.”
― Tillie Walden, Are You Listening?

“They call me…
They see through the walls;
But I was never like that

I had the beauty
Of being normal
But then I went out of my head

I'm not a beast;
I'm more moral than anyone;
I am finding myself again”
― Jazalyn, Rose: Future Heart

“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

“The end is still unwritten. Let's hope it's a happy one.”
― Madeleine Roux, The Book of Living Secrets

“Don't forget us," he replied, her blood staining the white linen covering his heart. "But live. Live and live, and we will do the same.”
― Madeleine Roux, The Book of Living Secrets

“The wind was blustering again, whipping the curtains. Peter went over to close the window. The moon was now high on the eastern rise, radiant above the church where small water-cart clouds raced across the sky. About to fasten the window latch, his eye was drawn down to the garden. The fox stood under the apple tree looking up at him. The animal began to bark. Each monosyllabic yip and yap seemed to mimic human speech. By some strange power or spell, Peter could understand what the animal was saying. He heard the words loud and clear.
‘I-am Si-on,’ the fox barked. Man and beast looked unwaveringly at one another, neither moving a muscle. The wind stopped blowing, the curtains hung at rest.
Peter leaned out the window.
‘What do you want from me?’ he called down.
‘Save-us-from-the-stea-lers,’ barked Sion. Peter’s mind reeled. It would be madness to believe he could understand what the fox was saying—lunacy to think he could commune with it! ‘I must still be asleep,’ he reasoned, closing the window. He sat down on the bed, folding his hands in his lap. But this is not a dream. Lying down, he pulled the bedcovers over himself. ‘Save-us! Save-us! Save-us!’ the fox kept barking from the garden.”
― Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth: A Fantastic Mythical Adventure of Courage and Hope, Bound by a Shared Destiny

“As many stars as there are in the sky, that is how many breaths I will love you for.”
― Rania Hanna, The Jinn Daughter

“I have wishes, too,” I whisper. “But they never come true.”
― Rania Hanna, The Jinn Daughter

“she told me not to worry so much - I was dead now and all the worrying had to stop at some point.”
― Sven Axelrad, Buried Treasure

“What if every individual—black, red, green, white—is the body of a Grand Cosmic Architect, a holy, godlike creature whose playground is the cosmos?”
― Robin Gregory

“And so, we sat. Quiet, comfortable and snug. Silence, for us, was always easy. Even on the day we met.”
― Akshat Thakur, Blossom Fell

“She saw it all, and her lack of sight crawled through her nerves and infected her tongue. She lived strictly how I would have liked to; to see everything and to say nothing. The Mother of God, any rational man would surmise after just one look, must be God herself.”
― Akshat Thakur, Blossom Fell

“I sank, I sank, I sank. The water flowed in my arteries in lieu of the sanguine that just up and left. And I floated in the water for the lack of a better substitute. It was a mutualistic symbiotic tie. No pulse was prime to don empty. Or rather, for empty to don us. For empty to don me.”
― Akshat Thakur, Blossom Fell

“Our pleasant silence held us once more. A comfortable entwinement of space and time and everything between and beyond. No words had to be said. We had resisted, we had struggled, and now was the time to bask in the warmth of ardor. We both knew the answer. All that was left was for us to rest our eyes. And so, night came for us.”
― Akshat Thakur, Blossom Fell

“By bringing together our differences we will see how similar we really are. Combining our strengths and talents is how we will survive, and embracing love according to the needs and values of the tribe is how we shall conquer our fear...”
― Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth: A Fantastic Mythical Adventure of Courage and Hope, Bound by a Shared Destiny

“Hal followed his gaze and saw Donoghue kneeling on the ground, sieving through the snow with his fingers. At least he knew the first rule of police procedure: Every person who entered a crime scene took something from it and, more importantly, left something behind. Whatever the murderer had lost, they would find it.”
― Anna Reiffenstuel, The Wizard and the Welshman

“His instructions to the inspector and the intern were precise and rapid. There was no need for an autopsy; the odor in the house was sufficient proof that the cause of death had been the cyanide vapors activated in the tray by some photographic acid, and Jeremiah de Saint-Amour knew too much about those matters for it to have been an accident. When the inspector showed some hesitation, he cut him off with the kind of remark that was typical of his manner: “Don't forget that I am the one who signs the death certificate.” The young doctor was disappointed: he had never had the opportunity to study the effects of gold cyanide on a cadaver. Dr. Juvenal Urbino had been surprised that he had not seen him at the Medical School, but he understood in an instant from the young man's easy blush and Andean accent that he was probably a recent arrival to the city. He said: “There is bound to be someone driven mad by love who will give you the chance one of these days.” And only after he said it did he realize that among the countless suicides he could remember, this was the first with cyanide that had not been caused by the sufferings of love. Then something changed in the tone of his voice.

“And when you do find one, observe with care,” he said to the intern: “they almost always have crystals in their heart.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“She isn't a ship. She is a country.”
― Vin dela Serna Lopez, 1762

“Over the past four months, she'd been plagued by annoying dreams in which she was chased by a giant, silver-papered cupcake with strawberry frosting. In every dream, the huge cupcake chased her through the tree-lined streets of Dove Pond to the highest point of Hill Street. The dream always ended with her standing alone and terrified in front of the Stewart house.
She might have been able to ignore those dreams, but every time she had one, sometime after the dream ended, strawberry frosting would appear somewhere on her arms or legs. Sometimes it showed up as a plump rose, perfectly made, as if ready for a wedding cake. Sometimes, like just now, it showed up in a long, delicate curlicue. The frosting was always pink, always smelled like strawberry, and was always annoying.”
― Karen Hawkins, The Secret Recipe of Ella Dove

“There, on her fingertips, was a faint slash of strawberry frosting drawn into a tiny heart.
"What's that?" Gray captured her hand and lifted it so the porch light shone on her fingers. "That's strawberry frosting."
She nodded.
"That's my favorite. Every year, for my birthday, Mom bakes me a cake with strawberry frosting."
She looked down at the frosting, her eyes widening. Oh my gosh. It wasn't Angela at all. It was Gray. She closed her hand over the small heart, and her fingers tingled. When she opened her hand, the frosting was gone.”
― Karen Hawkins, The Secret Recipe of Ella Dove

“Youth and foolishness share the same bed.”
― Rania Hanna, The Jinn Daughter

“The dead have been dropping all night.”
― Rania Hanna, The Jinn Daughter

“I hate lying to my daughter’s face, but her questions have plagued me for years.”
― Rania Hanna, The Jinn Daughter

“He laughs, the sound gravelly but warm, like honey mixed with sand. I want to hold him like he used to hold me, when he was alive. But bodies move and fit differently in death, less flesh and more ash”
― Rania Hanna, The Jinn Daughter

“A woman stands with scissors in her hands, clipping at plants and branches. I notice pockmarked areas of her skin, as if small fruit, like berries, were plucked right from her flesh.”
― Rania Hanna, The Jinn Daughter

“He begins to pull the photos, one by one, from their slots.
“My best friends,” he says softly. “My partner. Our daughter. My favorite teacher. The
neighbor who took me in and gave me home cooked meals when classes got too much. There’s
nothing more terrifying than letting your starving heart be loved, and that’s why they’re the
heaviest weight I carry.”
― S.J. Blasko, Growing Things