299 Quotes by Peter S. Beagle

Hell of an ornithologist you’d make.

You must remind me, little one. When I... when I lose myself – when I lose her – you must remind me that I am still searching, still waiting... that I have never forgotten her, never turned from all she taught me. I sit in this place... I sit... because a king has to sit, you see... but in my mind, in my poor mind, I am always away with her...

I love you,” Laura said hopelessly. “I’d love you if you were afraid of everything in the world.

You’re in the story with the rest of us now, and you must go with it, whether you will or no.

That’s the true test of a town, or of a king. A lord who cheats an ugly old witch will cheat his own folk by and by. Stop him while you can, before you grow used to him.

As to your first question, no cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.

You may plant your acres again and raise up your fallen orchard and vineyards, but they will never flourish as they used to, never – until you learn to take joy in them, for no reason.

The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. “Your face is wet,” he said worriedly. “I hope that’s spray. If you’ve become human enough to cry, then no magic in the world – oh, it must be spray. Come with me. It had better be spray.

The unicorn was weary of human beings. Watching her companions as they slept, seeing the shadows of their dreams scurry over their faces, she would feel herself bending under the heaviness of knowing their names. Then she would run until morning to ease the ache: swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.