Magical Realism Quotes

“Don't know about you, but I like taking up more space.”
― Kirsten Miller, The Change

“Death wrapped Hartvigsen tightly in its skeletal wings, causing the woodsman's mouth to open with an eruptive gasp.”
― Kevin Ansbro, In the Shadow of Time

“I push my eye farther into the crack, smushing my cheek. The door rattles.
Her arm freezes. The needle stops. Instantly, her shadow fills the room, a mountain on the wall.
“Leidah?”
I hold my breath. No hiding in the wood-box this time. Before I even have time to pull my eye away, the door opens. My mother's face, like the moon in the dark hallway. She squints and takes a step toward me. “Lei-lee?”
I want to tell her I’ve had a nightmare about the Sisters, that I can’t sleep with all this whispering and worrying from her—and what are you sewing in the dark, Mamma? I try to move my lips, but I have no mouth. My tongue is gone; my nose is gone. I don’t have a face anymore.
It has happened again.
I am lying on my back, flatter than bread. My mother’s bare feet slap against my skin, across my belly, my chest. She digs her heel in, at my throat that isn’t there. I can see her head turning toward her bedroom. Snores crawl under the closed door. The door to my room is open, but she can’t see my bed from where she stands, can’t see that my bed is empty. She nods to herself: everything as it should be. Her foot grinds into my chin. The door to the sewing room closes behind her.
I struggle to sit up. I wiggle my hips and jiggle my legs. It is no use. I am stuck, pressed flat into the grain of wood under me.
But it’s not under me. It is me.
I have become the floor.
I know it’s true, even as I tell myself I am dreaming, that I am still in bed under the covers. My blood whirls inside the wood knots, spinning and rushing, sucking me down and down. The nicks of boot prints stomp and kick at my bones, like a bruise. I feel the clunk of one board to the next, like bumps of a wheel over stone. And then I am all of it, every knot, grain, and sliver, running down the hall, whooshing like a river, ever so fast, over the edge and down a waterfall, rushing from room to room. I pour myself under and over and through, feeling objects brush against me as I pass by. Bookshelves, bedposts, Pappa’s slippers, a fallen dressing gown, the stubby ends of an old chair. A mouse hiding inside a hole in the wall. Mor’s needle bobbing up and down.
How is this possible?
I am so wide, I can see both Mor and Far at the same time, even though they are in different rooms, one wide awake, the other fast asleep. I feel my father’s breath easily, sinking through the bed into me, while Mor’s breath fights against me, against the floor. In and out, each breath swimming away, away, at the speed of her needle, up up up in out in out outoutout—let me out, get me out, I want out.
That’s what Mamma is thinking, and I hear it, loud and clear. I strain my ears against the wood to get back into my own body. Nothing happens. I try again, but this time push hard with my arms that aren’t there. Nothing at all. I stop and sink, letting go, giving myself into the floor.
Seven, soon to be eight… it’s time, time’s up, time to go.
The needle is singing, as sure as stitches on a seam. I am inside the thread, inside her head. Mamma is ticking—onetwothreefourfivesix—
Seven. Seven what? And why is it time to go?
Don’t leave me, Mamma. I beg her feet, her knees, her hips, her chest, her heart, my begging spreading like a big squid into the very skin of her.
It’s then that I feel it.
Something is happening to Mamma. Something neither Pappa nor I have noticed.
She is becoming dust.
She is drier than the wood I have become.

- Becoming Leidah

Quoted by copying text from the epub version using BlueFire e-reader.”
― Michelle Grierson, Becoming Leidah

“When two kindred souls meet, a confluence forms that joins them in an ancient and eternal way. (Dru)”
― Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth: A Fantastic Mythical Adventure of Courage and Hope, Bound by a Shared Destiny

“I had learned, from a girl with rage-lit eyes and a blue dress, to grasp the blade the world held to me, and hold it myself.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, Dark and Deepest Red

“I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree, or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don't want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.”
~ Charles de Lint”
― Charles de Lint

“Deep diving into mystery is why mystics roam the earth. It is why we bear the brunt of longing and desire. We are never given gifts we cannot shoulder.”
― Sasha Graham, The Magic of Tarot: Your Guide to Intuitive Readings, Rituals, and Spells

“She might be hot as hell but that’s exactly where she’ll take you.”
― L. Starla, Winter's Thrall

“His heartbeat quickened as a rush of endorphins coursed through his system. He groaned as light beams brimmed beneath the surface of his skin and bokeh bubbles flashed in his field of vision.”
― Laelia Starla, Winter's Maiden 2

“She took her usual seat by the window, where she watched the world go by. It humbled her to think much of humanity went about their business oblivious to mages and magic.”
― Laelia Starla, Winter's Maiden 2

“Now you are beginning to see the tip of the corrupt iceberg that is the Mages Council. They argue such power should not be going around unchecked. But who is watching the watchers?”
― Laelia Starla, Winter's Maiden 2

“You haven’t lived in your sibling’s shadow, struggling to gain the approval of your father and the rest of the mage community. And… you won’t be forced to marry someone you don’t love.”
― Laelia Starla, Winter's Maiden 2

“Caleb narrowed his eyes at Alannah. ‘I’d watch my sister if I were you. She’s a real prickly one.”
― Laelia Starla, Winter's Maiden 2

“Most of what humans understand about light is nothing, which is not their fault. Humans aren’t supposed to have it all figured out.”
― Laurie Perez, The Cosmos of Amie Martine

“She held out a contract. ‘I honestly thought you would’ve learned your lesson last time you signed one of these without reading the fine print.”
― Laelia Starla, Winter's Thrall

“Denim short-shorts barely covered her arse cheeks and her legs swung like scissors as she read her magazine. ‘Is there something wrong with the couch?’ Tyler asked.

Rolling onto her back, she faced him with impish eyes. ‘I’m sure it’s fine, but I feel more at home on hard surfaces.”
― Laelia Starla, Winter's Thrall

“The welfare of one, is the welfare of all.”
― Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth: A Fantastic Mythical Adventure of Courage and Hope, Bound by a Shared Destiny

“His blood was pumping with anticipation as he ran the few blocks between his and Jaxon’s house. It had been a while since he had seen any decent action, both in and out of the bedroom. While combat was not his preferred rush, it still satisfied some of his darker urges.”
― Laelia Starla, Winter's Thrall

“Her eyes bugged out. ‘I didn’t know Tyler Quirke could be so cheesy.’

He laughed. ‘I was going for sweet and romantic. But hey, if you’re not into hearts and flowers, I could stick to wildly inappropriate.”
― Laelia Starla, Winter's Thrall

“He glared at Bailey. ‘Do I question your lifestyle choices?’
‘No. But mine aren’t all shit.”
― Laelia Starla, Winter's Thrall

“Why do you care about Christmas? You’re not even human, let alone Christian.’
‘I know, but I love capitalism.”
― Laelia Starla, Winter's Thrall

“Samantha: 'I wasn’t always a naughty girl. At least not in the legal sense.”
― L. Starla, Winter's Thrall

“The worst mistake I've ever made is bad all on its own, but I never think of it on its own. Some mistakes come in sets, and my worst mistake had a part one that came seven years earlier.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, Lakelore

“I don’t know if it means I’ve been so deep in the damn closet I got lost in Narnia, or if it’s something I only feel with you.”
― L. Starla, Winter's Thrall

“Her words clawed at his heart like briars entangling themselves in the mess of what he felt for her.”
― L. Starla, Winter's Thrall

“Bugger what they say about fate. Bridey Hawthorn is the cruellest mistress.”
― L. Starla, Winter's Thrall

“He had never seen a man pull off tight leather pants so well. The bastard even rocked the slave collar better than anyone else.”
― L. Starla, Winter's Thrall

“I know he loved me even then. But sometimes love isn’t enough to overcome our fears.”
― L. Starla, Winter's Thrall

“It amazed him how this woman could turn something as simple as breakfast into an act of foreplay.”
― L. Starla, Winter's Thrall

“Every creak and groan in the building's foundations stole his breath. Each sound toyed with his wild imagination. Living in a world of magic ... only enhanced his fear during the bleak solitude.”
― L. Starla, Winter's Thrall