You two are children almost grown. Your hearts have not hardened to the realities of the world. Your dreams have not fallen through your fingers. You still know hope.
There is no one way to be a magician any more than there is only one way to be human.
A good magician’s performance tells a story. Each act should build on the next, becoming ever more engaging to fill the audience with wonder. It’s a bud that unfurls into a flower, meant to woo the audience.
The circus had been unlike anything I could ever imagine and I could not walk away. I wanted to be a part of the magic, create it and wield it with such skill that it looked effortless. I wanted to fly.
Never are we as honest as at night, alone with thoughts and nightmares.
They say love and hate are closely tied, that they can turn at a moment’s notice.
Is it ghosts that truly haunt us, or the memory of our own mistakes that we wish we could undo?
So many men and women I have wronged, reduced to ghosts and shades. They surround me, but I can never let them know I regret what I have cost them, both the living and the dead.
I felt as though my mind and heart had been dragged through a thicket of rose bushes and caught on every little thorn.
Secrets, once spoken, have a way of running away from you. They cannot be gathered in again.
I’d rather go and make my own way than have it decided for me.
I was just thinking how the purr of a contented cat is one of my favorite sounds in the world. There’s something so comforting about it, isn’t there?
Love? Love is like holding water in your hands. You might have it for a time, but it escapes, leaving you with nothing.