"Speak only when your words are more beautiful than silence."
"Surely silence can be the most eloquent reply."
"Novels aren’t just happy escapes; they are slivers of people’s souls, nailed to the pages, dripping ink from veins of wood pulp. Reading the right one at the right time can make all the difference."
"I declare that no accomplishment has substance nearly as great as the road used to achieve it. We are not creatures of destinations. It is the journey that shapes us. Our callused feet, our backs strong from carrying the weight of our travels, our eyes open with the fresh delight of experiences lived."
"All that is gold does not glitter. Not all those who wander are lost. The old that is strong does not wither. Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair."
"Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there."
"I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way. Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home."
"My name, and yours, and the true name of the sun, or a spring of water, or an unborn child, all are syllables of the great word that is very slowly spoken by the shining of the stars. There is no other power. No other name.”
“In that moment Ged understood the singing of the bird, and the language of the water falling in the basin of the fountain, and the shape of the clouds, and the beginning and end of the wind that stirred the leaves; it seemed to him that he himself was a word spoken by the sunlight.”
"The only other sound's the sweep / Of easy wind and downy flake."
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, / But I have promises to keep, / And miles to go before I sleep, / And miles to go before I sleep."
“She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.”
“Woods were ringed with a colour so soft, so subtle that it could scarcely be said to be a colour at all. It was more the idea of a colour - as if the trees were dreaming green dreams or thinking green thoughts.”
"He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands."
"Magic shall be written upon the sky by the rain but they shall not be able to read it."
"The hearts of lovers are a furnace aflame. When you enter this forge, seek nothing but fire."
"If I had influence with the good fairy . . . I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life . . ."
"The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye and God's eye are one eye, one seeing, one knowing, one love."
"I am not from east or west, not from the ground or ocean, my place is the placeless, a trace of the traceless. I belong to the Beloved."
"What we call ‘reality,’ consists of an elaborate papier-mâché construction of imagination and theory filled in between a few iron posts of observation."
"Spirituality is not to be learned by flight from the world, or by running away from things, or by turning solitary and going apart from the world. Rather, we must learn an inner solitude wherever or with whomsoever we may be. We must learn to penetrate things and find God there."
"We are all meant to be mothers of God...for God is always needing to be born."
"God sleeps in the rock, dreams in the plant, stirs in the animal, and awakens in man."
“The world is full of magic things patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
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