Magical Realism Quotes
Magical Realism Quote of the day
I'm into weird kind of, anything that resembles magical realism.
The critics are like tourists who return from a trip saying they've "done" Machu Picchu: "Okay, we've done magical realism," so now we can throw it out.
To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost.
At the end of the day, it's about the reader's attachment to and belief in the magical elements that make or break magical realism.
Magical realism as a declaration in the text is usually when someone can't speak and then they must be magically reinvigorated in some way.
Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself.She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance.
Dreams are memories. Memories are dreams. But my time with you hasn’t become a dream just yet. Because the sensation of your kisses keep me from sleep. I’m in love, God help me, I’m in love.
Is Shimmer a floor wax or a dessert topping? Is an electron a wave or a particle? Slipstream tells us that the answer is yes.
But why are you giving this to me if you don’t believe?""Because I know that you do.
You know, it would be much less trouble if you were willing to bat your magic eyelashes.
Forthwith I crush this acid lemonFreeing myself of the malefic venomHither I let thee rottenLet my curse be forgotten.
To master magical realism, one must make the real seem unreal but, more importantly, make the unreal seem real.
I'd rather have a life of chaos beside you than a life of quietude and stability without you...
It’s as predictable as the tide and the moon. It ebbs and flows. Death comes and it goes."- THE WICKED DEEP
It’s as predictable as the tide and the moon. It ebbs and flows. Death comes and it goes.
We prayed the moon would unstopper long enough to suck us through to the other side so we could see how dull the stars were at their backsides.
He looked in her eyes as if trying to tell her he loved her without words. She looked back at him as if to say, I know.
If I stay here, I will be just fine. Before I shut the door, I got a box of crackers from the kitchen, so I will be fine.
When everything is said and done, the only thing that really matters is the quality of the soul you build during the life you're given.
When you stop chasing the wrong things, you give the right ones a fighting chance- Victoria Barron- dedicated attorney and protagonist of Misplaced
I just wanted one more day." More tears welled up in her eyes. "But it would never be enough. I could keep asking for one more day for the rest of my life.
All that is required of you is an open mind and a little patience.
At times all you need is a bottle of fine old wine, a mellifluous piece of music playing in the background and a good book to spend the entire night in a magical bliss!
But if two people do almost nothing except search for one another, it's hardly surprising if they run across each other by chance.
But what is a person, George? How much is a person worth? Are we nothing but dust that is whipped up and spread to the winds?
Look at the world, Georg, look at the world before you've filled yourself with too much physics and chemistry.
But sorrow can also be contagious. Fear is different. It isn't as communicable as laughter or sadness, and a good thing too. Fear is almost entirely a lonely thing.
Although I've always been easily led by my imagination, I was, and I remain, a rational person.
I no longer feel the need to see and sense more than I've already experienced. I just want so desperately to hang on what I have.
The underlying melody via every rock, plant, animal, sky and star, inside the water, from the dirt, through the light: only love lasts.
All around us is a nothing that stretches on for infinity. We humans can barely comprehend that. If we comprehend it we are rarely pleased.
There is nothing to me but you. I know it’s pathetic but, oh darling, it’s true.
I keep dying and hoping you notice me. But you’re too busy living.
My creativity keeps me from starving. Humanity keeps my life mundane. Loving secures my love for life, but my imagination keeps me sane.
The greatest happiness is a quiet kind. It’s the tender understanding that we’re living in a very strange place full of strange creatures. And there’s quite a bit of wonder in that.
Violence can read like poetry. You just have to describe the act as if you’re in love with the way your characters bleed.
Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly?
Her beauty was ethereal, knocking on the door of the part of his psyche that still believed in magic and miracles.
Magic always happens when you direct your inner powers to the object you want to change.
The place cast a spell on me, a lovely spell that seduced me one one breath at a time.