#magi

...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars... ↗

— John Geddes

#fairy #magic #poetry #stars #love

...the magic of love runs at cross purposes with the rhythm of living... ↗

— John Geddes

#magic #rhythm-of-living #love

I love fairies so much. I would so love to touch one, whispered Julia in excitement. “U can touch me.But please don't touch my wings,they are very fragile,”replied 1 fairy.“I’m Farina,the fairy queen. ↗

— Magda M. Olchawska

#children-books #fairies #illustrated-books #kids #kids-books

I sit on the bed and kick off my shoes, and he kneels before me and takes the riding boots, holding one open for my bare foot. I hesitate; it is such an intimate gesture between a young woman and a man. His smiling upward glance tells me that he understands my hesitation but is ignoring it. I point my toe and he holds the boot, I slide my foot in and he pulls the boot over my calf. He takes the soft leather ties and fastens the boot, at my ankle, then at my calf, and then just below my knee. He looks up at me, his hand gently on my toe. I can feel the warmth of his hand through the soft leather. I imagine my toes curling in pleasure at his touch. ‘Anne, will you marry me?’ he asks simply, as he kneels before me. ↗

— Philippa Gregory

#intimacy #love #marriage-proposal #richard-iii #touching

The palace started as a single vaulted room and grew in proportion to my despair. It began as an exercise to keep my mind from its melancholy, then it became a dream and a necessity. . . . I built a temple in my head. . . . Its hallways were as lofty as a cathedral, and the arch of each window as supple as a bow. Its corridors were the passages of my own brain. ↗

— Lisa St Aubin de Terán

#content #creativity #form #imagination #structure

Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell, believe in Santa Clause. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don’t, who will? ↗

— Jon Bon Jovi

#dreams #magic #santa-claus #dreams

Behind every door in London there are stories, behind every one ghosts. The greatest writers in the history of the written word have given them substance, given them life. And so we readers walk, and dream, and imagine, in the city where imagination found its great home. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#fictional-london #imagination #life #literary-london #literature

Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer? ↗

— Betty Smith

#dreams #growing-up #hope #imagination #leaving

It is just my imagination that flies, While she is wrapped up in her bedsheets like a nest. ↗

— Kiera Woodhull

#dreams #flying #imagination #owl #dreams

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it, we go nowhere - Carl Sagan ↗

— T.S. Garp

#dreams #magic #nightmares #poems #dreams