Horses have really distinct personalities, and they’re magical in many ways.
We’ve been eating lots of salads and grilled veggies and stuff like that, which has been so magical. And being New Yorkers, you order in a lot, but I do like to cook and it’s different everyday.
Yesterday I was thinking about the whole idea of genius and creative people, and the notion that if you create some magical art, somehow that exempts you from having to pay attention to the small things.
I believed then – in a deep, easy way that is impossible for me as an adult – that there was more to this world than meets the eye. Trees had spirits; the wind spoke. If you followed a toad or a raven deep into the heart of the forest, they were sure to lead you to something magical.
The space station here is a magical place and an incredible science facility.
Go out and collect data and, instead of having the answer, just look at the data and see if the data tells you anything. When we’re allowed to do this with companies, it’s almost magical.
Africa is the one place on earth where Prince Harry can be truly himself. He describes Botswana as his ‘second home,’ but this magical country is even more than that – it is his haven, his safe harbour.
In Sweden, we’ve moved away from the notion that mothers have some magical, special bond with children.
Knut Hamsun’s writing is magical. His sentences are glowing; he could write about anything and make it alive. Of contemporary writers, Thure Erik Lund is my definite favorite.
There is a mystique about psychiatry that people think that you have some kind of a magical lens, you know, Superman’s X-ray vision into the soul. One of the reasons I left psychiatry is that I didn’t believe that.
R&D has been an obsession in Europe for many, many years. There is this magical number which many governments aspire to do, and that is to invest at least three percent of GDP in research and development. When you look at the number, it’s a composite of private and public investment in R&D.
Science trumps magical thinking: there was a reason the Incas called their mercury mine ‘la mina de los muertos,’ the mine of the dead. Building a life and a community upon principles that ignore such realities is doomed to fail.
I can’t enjoy the rush of how magical of an experience it is to have people listen to you, and relate to you, and have this type of attention and understanding.
It was a very magical upbringing, the quality of feeling special, and people treated us special. You tried real hard to remember all the normal things so you didn’t get twisted.
Kids delight in ‘magical thinking’, whether in the form of the Tooth Fairy or the saints: whether you see these as comforting lies or eternal verities, they are part of how we help kids make sense of the world.
It seems to me, personally, that the things that are great during Christmastime are magnified. Like everything is that much better. Everything is magical and spectacular. The things that are wrong or sad are just so much more wrong or sad.
There’s something really magical about having a child – it’s like permission to begin again, start over, reevaluate some things, check yourself. Recognize yourself.
‘I’m sorry, honey. I was wrong.’ Are there six more magical words you can say to your wife?
2010 was a magical year and was unforgettable.
Joan Didion’s ‘The Year of Magical Thinking’ comes to mind as an example of a piece of media that I really respect and would hope to emulate: just her courage in looking at her husband’s death and the attentiveness that she has in how she looks at it, and the unflinching gaze that she communicates from looking into death.
There’s something magical about putting yourself into life. You’ve got to stand up and take responsibility for your own life and you cannot abandon that.
It’s been an amazing life. It’s really just been the most magical thing for me – and I have these musical friends from all walks of life.
We live in a world where we think the mysterious is retreating farther and farther from our lives and eventually we will know all there is to know. I love the idea that somehow, there are still things that can be magical.
So many of my friends and family will go to Palm Springs as their weekend getaway destination, but when I need a break from Los Angeles, I’ll head to Joshua Tree instead. There’s something so magical about the energy of the Mojave Desert.
Have you ever had that moment when you looked back on something and said, ‘Well, gosh, that seems obvious now… why didn’t I see it then?’ I like to call this the Face Palm Epiphany. Oh, hindsight, you magical, humbling thing.
It’s hard to pinpoint, but there’s something really special about all-vocal music and Christmas music paired together. I’m not really sure what it is, but it’s just a magical combination.
Gravity Falls’ normally follows very particular rules: we start out in reality close to the world as we know it, usually one magical element presents itself, and then it’s essentially vanished or hidden back to where it came from by the end of the 20 minutes.
Sometimes what is ‘real’ because it takes place in the physical world, like 9/11, is so unreal on the level of the soul. Then other things, which in terms of the physical world seem so magical and unbelievable, on the level of the soul seem very real.
Neophyte writers tend to believe that there is something magical about ideas and that if they can just get a hold of a good one, then their futures are ensured.
I can make something magical and wonderful out of nothing.
A safari is just a magical thing, the winelands in South Africa are beautiful.
Nosferatu’ has a very close, magical connection for me.
Spiritual life can certainly follow the pattern one sees in the fake martial arts, with most teachers making nebulous and magical claims that never get tested, while their students derange themselves with weird ideas, empty rituals, and other affectations.
I’ve had years of bizarre hallucinogenic magical experiences in which I believed I had communicated with entities that may well have been disassociated parts of my own personality or conceivably some independent entity of a metaphysical nature. Both would seem equally interesting.
All around us right now, tucked into the valleys and along the coasts, bookshops glow in the winter light. Think of them like singular, magical, and multi-dimensional recipe boxes. They wait for us to pluck out a card, to stand over the stove, to start cooking.
It’s not sometimes realistic to think that something magical can happen, but I think I look for the magic.
I am undependable. You might get gritty contemporary with one book, science fiction, magical realism, or high fantasy with another.
Growing up so close to New York City, I always loved going to the city, but I’d be disappointed because songs about New York always made it seem so magical and perfect, and when I was younger, I just thought it was busy and dirty.
I was staying at the Konchucos Tambo lodge, next to the Huascaran national park, near Chavin. Sitting here on its veranda, I was beginning to see where all those Latin American magical realists get their inspiration from: they don’t need to make anything up; they just write down what’s around them.
