Magician's Elephant Quotes

It is important that you say what you mean to say. Time is too short. You must speak the words that matter.

It is a bad thing to have love and nowhere to put it.

Magic is always impossible.... It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it's magic.

How will the world change if we do not question it?

That is surely the truth, at least for now. But perhaps you have not noticed: the truth is forever changing.

Have you, in truth, ever seen something so heartbreakingly lovely? What are we to make of a world where stars shine bright in the midst of so much darkness and gloom?

There," she said. She rocked him back and forth. "There, you foolish, beautiful boy who wants to change the world. There, there. And who could keep from loving you? Who could keep from loving a boy so brave and true?

Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away.

What was it like... to have someone who knew you would always return and who welcomed you with open arms?

We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it?

[He] had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.

Longing is not always a reciprocal thing.

The undoing is almost always more difficult than the doing.

There is a lot of love in him, a lot of love in his heart... And he is up there with no one and nothing to love. It is a bad thing to have love and no where to put it.

She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that somewhere in another place entirely she was known and loved.

Things are not at all what they seem to be: oh no, not at all.

All of God's creatures have names, every last one of them. Of that I am sure: of that I have no doubt at all.

But that is impossible," said Peter. "Magic is always impossible," said the magician. "It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

What is?', he said. 'What if?' is a question that belongs to magic.

Truly, I did not intend to harm you, he said. That was never my intention.

We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it?" "The world cannot be changed," said Gloria. "The world is what the world is and has forever been." "No," said Leo Matienne softly, "I will not believe that. For here is Peter standing before us, asking us to make it something different.

I intended only lilies. That was my intention: a bouquet of lilies. - The Magician

Perhaps this is a dream, said Madam La Vaughn from her chair. Perhaps the whole thing has been nothing but a dream.

She was terribly pleased, because she had always, secretly, deep within her heart, believed that she could fly. And now here she was, doing what she had long suspected she could do, and she could not deny that it was gratifying in the extreme.

If the world held magic powerful enough to make the elephant appear, then there must exist, too, magic in equal measure, magic powerful enough to undo what had been done.

Don't drop him," said Peter's mother to his father. "Don't you dare drop him." She was laughing. "I will not," said his father. "I could not." For he is Peter Augustus Duchene, and he will always return to me. Again and again, Peter's father threw him up in the air. Again and again, Peter felt himself suspended in nothingness for a moment, just a moment, and then he was pulled back, returned to the sweetness of the earth and the warmth of his father's waiting arms. "See?" said his father to his mother. "Do you see how he always comes back to me?

The longer he marched, the more convinced Peter became that things were indeed hopeless and that an elephant was a ridiculous answer to any question- but a particularly ridiculous answer to a question posed by the human heart.

He felt a wonderful certainty. The impossible, he thought, the impossible is about to happen again.

And that, after all, is how it ended. Quietly. In a world muffled by the gentle, forgiving hand of snow.

I intended lilies, said the magician. but in the clutches of a desparate desire to do something extraordinary, I called down a greater magic and inadvertently caused you a profound harm. I will now try to undo what I have done.

Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away. Where, for instance, were his brothers now? He did not know; he could not say. Madam

they saw the crocodile for what it was. Maybe their mortal brains made them think it was an escaped elephant from the zoo, or a crazed FedEx delivery driver with a death wish.

An elephant fell off a cliff, a copper cliff, which practically broke my heart. Elephants and gravity, not a great mix. But you know what? The other elephants immediately stopped and went down and found what was left of it and stood around it in a ring. I couldn't see what they did, but when they were done - it took a day - the one that fell was all back together and up and running again. They resurrected him, I've never seen anything like it. Elephants, they know some shit. I don't know why we rule them, they should rule us.

Magic is always impossible. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That's why it is magic.

But perhaps you do not understand. I was crippled, crippled by an elephant that came through the roof - Madam LaVaughn

If every babe who cried were still alive, well, then, the world would be a very crowded place, indeed.

What if you like the elephant were gone to the place you were meant, after all, to be?

She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that, somewhere, in another place entirely, she was known and loved.

Magician’s Elephant

The Magician’s Elephant by Kate DiCamillo.

And that, after all, is how it ended. Quietly. In a world muffled by the gentle, forgiving hand of snow.

It is all gone, though Peter. All of it is gone! And there is no way to get it back. 'Eat,' said Leo Matienne again, very gently. Peter looked the truth of what he had lost full in the face. And then he ate.

Gloria put a bowl of stew in Peter's hands. "Eat," she said. Peter raised the spoon to his lips. He chewed. He swallowed. It had been a long time since he had eaten anything besides tiny fish and old bread. And so when Peter had his first bite of stew, it overwhelmed him. The warmth of it, the richness of it, knocked him backward; it was as if a gentle hand had pushed him when he was not expecting it. Everything he had lost came flooding back: the garden, his father, his mother, his sister, the promises that he had made and could not keep. "What's this?" said Gloria Matienne. "The boy is crying." "Shhh," said Leo. He put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Shhh. Don't worry, Peter. Everything will be good. All will be well. We will do together whatever it is that needs to be done. But for now, you must eat." Peter nodded. He raised his spoon. Again he chewed and swallowed, and again he was overcome. He could not help it. He could not stop the tears; they flowed down his cheeks and into the bowl. "It is a very good stew, Madam Matienne. he managed to say. "Truly, it is an excellent stew.

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There,” she said. She rocked him back and forth. “There, you foolish, beautiful boy who wants to change the world. There, there. And who could keep from loving you? Who could keep from loving a boy so brave and true?

He knew how to construct a song out of the nothing of day-to-day life and how to sing that nothing into a song so beautiful that it could sustain the vision of a whole and better world.

Below him, the lamplighter was lighting the lamps that lined the wide avenue.

And he knew, suddenly and absolutely, that the baby he held in his arms was his sister, Adele. When

Now, whenever she smelled the gums, the balsams, and the special aromatics that arrived with merchants from afar, her head reeled with images of temples, shrines, palaces, fortresses, mysterious walls, tapestries, paintings, jewels, liquors, icons, drugs, dyes, meats, sweets, sweetmeats, silks, bolts and bolts of cotton cloth, ores, shiny metals, foodstuffs, spices, musical instruments, ivory daggers and ivory dolls, masks, bells, carvings, statues (ten times as tall as she!), lumber, leopards on leashes, peacocks, monkeys, white elephants with tattooed ears, horses, camels, princes, maharajah, conquerors, travelers (Turks with threatening mustaches and Greeks with skin as pale as the stranger who had befriended her at the funeral grounds), singers, fakirs, magicians, acrobats, prophets, scholars, monks, madmen, sages, saints, mystics, dreamers, prostitutes, dancers, fanatics, avatars, poets, thieves, warriors, snake charmers, pageants, parades, rituals, executions, weddings, seductions, concerts, new religions, strange philosophies, fevers, diseases, splendors and magnificences and things too fearsome to be recounted, all writhing, cascading, jumbling, mixing, splashing, and spinning; vast, complex, inexhaustible, forever.

Magic is always impossible,” said the magician. “It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

The most profound and difficult questions that could possibly be posed by the human mind or heart will be answered within for the price of one florit.

Leo Matienne had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.

Magic is always impossible," said the magician. "It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

Witness Never trust a witness. By the time a thing is Noticed, it has happened. Some magician’s redirected Our attention to the rabbit. The best life is suspected, Not examined. And never trust reverse. The mourners of the dead Count backward from the date Of the event, rehearsing Its approach, investing Final words with greatest weight, As though weight ever Carried what we meant: As though he could have Told us where he went.

And he is up there with no one and nothing to love. It is a bad thing to have love and nowhere to put it.

Likewise everyone perceives all sense objects such as form, sound, etc., and cognizes discriminating thoughts. Just as the magician understands the intrinsic unreality of the magical form, so the meditator, after having established subject-object reality as being empty of an innate essence or self-nature, perceives reality to be a mere appearance, without an innate entity, i.e., as a magical figure. The Samādhirāja affirms:  Magicians produce phantom forms –Horses, elephants, and others. Whatever their appearance They are devoid of reality.Know all things as such.

to the woman

Never enough. We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it?

It is important that you say what you mean to say. Time is too short. You must speak words that matter.

He had been so lonely, so desperately, hopelessly lonely for so long. He might very well spend the rest of his life in prison, alone. And he understood that what he wanted now was something much simpler, much more complicated than the magic he had performed. What he wanted was to turn to somebody and take hold of their hand and look up with them and marvel at the snow falling from the sky. “This,” he wanted to say to someone he loved and who loved him in return. “This.

Magician’s Elephant by Kate DiCamillo.

What are we to make of a world where stars shine bright in the midst of so much darkness and gloom?

•​Two verses on the Samadhi of Illusion, from the Jewel Ornament of Liberation. First verse: “Knowing the five skandhas are like an illusion / Don’t separate the illusion from the skandhas / Free of thinking that anything is real / This is perfect wisdom’s conduct at its best!”6 Second verse: “All the images conjured up by a magician / The horses, elephants, and chariots in his illusions / Whatever may appear there, know that none of it is real / And it’s just like that with everything there is!

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