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.
Peter S. BeagleRead
Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?
Interpretation
The quote suggests that mortality enhances the beauty of life, making it more precious than eternal existence.
Peter S. Beagle's quote reflects on the nature of beauty and mortality, positing that things which are transient and have an end are inherently more beautiful than those that are immortal. The idea is that the finite nature of life makes our experiences and relationships more cherished, contrasting the allure of eternal beings like unicorns, which, despite their beauty, lack the depth that comes from the inevitability of death.
In practice
This quote could be shared during a funeral to celebrate the beauty of a person's life.
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.
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
You were the one who taught me," he said. "I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling. I became a hero to serve you, and all that is like you.
...because in a way it happened to someone else. I don't really speak that person's language anymore, and when I think about her, she embarrasses me sometimes, but I don't want to forget her, I don't want to pretend she never existed. So before I start forgetting, I have to get down exactly who she was, and exactly how she felt about everything. She was me a lot longer than I've been me so far.
I feel a whole country growing inside me, thousands of years, millions of people, stupid, crazy, shrewd people, and all of them me. I never felt like that before, I never felt that there was anything inside me, even myself.
Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale.
Instantaneous and mass communication is the mother of mass naivety. Should we then lose hope? Is there any hope? But to lose hope is as dangerous as to nurture false hope. Where then can we find hope that is responsible?
Many a professing Christian is a stumbling-block because his worship is divided. On Sunday he worships God; on weekdays God has little or no place in his thoughts.
There is no fundamental difference in the ways of thinking of primitive and civilized man. A close connection between race and personality has never been established.
What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.
People are not ants or bees. We do not reason or love or live or die collectively.
In India, there's a way of seeing life as a cosmic play. It's called Lila. I can watch my life, and I can see my guru playing with me.
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