Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger, travel too far that road and the way is lost.
Faith, Princess,” the Prism Cat repeated. “It is a highly underrated weapon against the dark things in this world.
What they didn’t want to believe, what they tried repeatedly to dismiss, was that whatever good and evil existed in the world came from within themselves and not from some abstract source.
Love supplies a kind of strength that can withstand even death.
This search is all about faith. Faith that what’s clearly impossible might somehow turn out not to be. Faith that we can do what we never would have thought we could. Faith to keep going when everything tells us we should turn back.
We are the sum of our lives and not simply pieces of them. We are the whole of our time in this world.
The unicorns were the most recognizable magic the fairies possessed, and they sent them to those worlds where belief in the magic was in danger of falling altogether. After all there has to be some belief in magic- however small- for any world to survive.
This is for writers yet to be published who think the uphill climb will never end. Keep believing. This is also for published writers grown jaded by the process. Remember how lucky you are.
The muse whispers to you when she chooses, and you can’t tell her to come back later, because you quickly learn in this business that she might not come back at all.
We are constantly being put to the test by trying circumstances and difficult people and problems not necessarily of our own making.