peter s. beagle Quotes

Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed.
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— Peter S. Beagle
The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things...Things must happen when it is time for them to happen.
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— Peter S. Beagle
The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.
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— Peter S. Beagle
It's a rare man who is taken for what he truly is.
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— Peter S. Beagle
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
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— Peter S. Beagle
We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.
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— Peter S. Beagle
I am a king's daughter, And if I cared to care, The moon that has no mistress Would flutter in my hair. No one dares to cherish What I choose to crave. Never have I hungered, For that I did not have I am a kings daughter, And I grow old within The prison of my person, The shackles of my skin. And I would run away And beg from door to door, Just to see your shadow Once, and never more.
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— Peter S. Beagle
Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.
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— Peter S. Beagle
A rhinoceros is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful.
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— Peter S. Beagle
What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain- What is gone is gone.
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— Peter S. Beagle
there never is a happy ending because nothing ever ends.
— Peter S. Beagle
Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you.
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— Peter S. Beagle
You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I'll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I'll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I'll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.
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— Peter S. Beagle
I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.
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— Peter S. Beagle
Heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned; unicorns may go unrescued for a long time, but not forever; a happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.
tags: time hero stories
— Peter S. Beagle
Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.
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— Peter S. Beagle
Sitting up all night would be pointless if somebody you loved wasn't sitting up with you, picking out music to play and helping you kill the bourbon. Walking by yourself in the rain is for college kids who think loneliness makes poets.
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— Peter S. Beagle
You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I'm not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in the cold nights and thrust his hands between his thighs to keep warm. It will be a long night, he thought.
tags: thoughts forever night body mind
— Peter S. Beagle
The moon was gone, but to the magician's eyes the unicorn was the moon, cold and white and very old, lighting his way to safety, or to madness.
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— Peter S. Beagle
- and you are truly human now. You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact.
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— Peter S. Beagle
Walking by yourself in the rain is for college kids who think loneliness makes poets.
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— Peter S. Beagle
Writing has nothing to do with publishing. Nothing. People get totally confused about that. You write because you have to - you write because you can't not write. The rest is show-business. I can't state that too strongly. Just write - worry about the rest of it later, if you worry at all. What matters is what happens to you while you're writing the story, the poem, the play. The rest is show-business.
tags: people worries writing stories write poem
— Peter S. Beagle
I am infected with life and will die of it in time.
tags: time die
— Peter S. Beagle
Unicorn. Old French, unicorne. Latin, unicornis. Literally, one-horned: unus, one and cornu,a horn. A fabulous animal resembling a horse with one horn.
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— Peter S. Beagle
The Unicorn Sonata ... tells us that our true home is often right around the corner, if we'd only open our eyes - and our ears - to find it.
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— Peter S. Beagle
Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose- What is gone is gone.
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— Peter S. Beagle
It's really not so good to have time. Rush, scramble, desperation, this missed, that left behind, those others too big to fit into such a small space-that's the way life was meant to be. You're supposed to be too late for some things. Don't worry about it.
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— Peter S. Beagle
Unicorns are immortal. It is their nature to live alone in one place: usually a forest where there is a pool clear enough for them to see themselves - for they are a little vain, knowing themselves to be the most beautiful.
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— Peter S. Beagle
...no place is more enchanted than where a unicorn has been born.
— Peter S. Beagle
..no meal is good enough to justify all the money and effort wasted in preparing it. It is an illusion and an expense. Live as I do, undeceived.
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— Peter S. Beagle
We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.
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— Peter S. Beagle
I fear it, for her sake. It would mean that she too is a wanderer now, and that is a fate for human beings, not for unicorns. But I hope, of course I hope.
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— Peter S. Beagle
He thought, or said, or sang, I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.
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— Peter S. Beagle
Her face was a stranger's face, which was as it should be. Love each other from the day we are born to the day we die, we are still strangers every minute, and nobody should forget that, even though we have to.
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— Peter S. Beagle
Wisdom is finding joy in bewilderment
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— Peter S. Beagle
As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.
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— Peter S. Beagle
...no cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.
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— Peter S. Beagle
If a man loved me, I would have talked myself into loving him, and I would have loved him very deeply after a while.
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— Peter S. Beagle
I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, although I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I do. I regret.
tags: death fear regret tears hunger die
— Peter S. Beagle
Only to a magician is the world forever fluid, infinitely mutable and eternally new. Only he knows the secret of change, only he knows truly that all things are crouched in eagerness to become something else, and it is from this universal tension that he draws his power.
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— Peter S. Beagle