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“The beauty of our mind lies in its resources as our creative organizer toward our higher hopes and dreams. On the one hand it is the home of our rational and logical thought, yet on the other it is the birthplace of our creativity, where our imagination floats freely in limitless lands. When you can filter your thoughts through a lens of possibility rather than certainty, freedom instead of fear, belief over doubt, then a powerful inner magic is born.”
― Christine Evangelou, Stardust and Star Jumps: A Motivational Guide to Help You Reach Toward Your Dreams, Goals, and Life Purpose

“There is a solution for everything
As long as you believe
Because belief is where magic is found
Remember to hold onto hope
Because hope is ever-lasting and endearing to your heart
And if you can't find a way... create one
There is a solution for everything”
― Christine Evangelou, Exit Point: Arrows From a Rebel Heart

“Suddenly, it wasn't just Emeline's song flooding out, but something else. A thick and shimmering power gushed out of her, like blood from a wound. Around her, the clearing changed. Pale, dead leaves cascaded to the forest floor like snow. The trunks of the trees changed from powdery white to deep browns and dappled greens, color spreading like a blush from their roots to their branches. New leaves began to bud and unfurl, teeming with life.”
― Kristen Ciccarelli, Edgewood

“A tingle shot up Chiara's spine as she grabbed one end of Agata's wand. Power coursed through her and out the wand, joining with the other fairies' magic.
What was more, as she held Agata's wand, she could feel the fear and awesome wrath coming from Monstro. It was a taste of wild power, so intense and strong she felt she could do anything with it.
Now she understood why Monstro was so valuable to the Heartless. His wrath was never-ending, and it took little effort for her to sense that his wells of strength were immense.
Chiara pushed Monstro's power aside and focused on Agata's instructions. She was supposed to wield the wand while thinking of her fondest dreams. She thought about all the mornings she had spent with Ily, making music together, making messes in their parents' bakery kitchen, tossing pistachio cookies and chocolate cakes at each other.
Was it her imagination, or did a stream of pale blue magic course out of Agata's wand?”
― Elizabeth Lim, When You Wish Upon a Star

“She was breaking apart. Her heart was unfurling like a flower awakening to sunlight, her ribs expanding, her head splitting open like that of Zeus when Athena sprang full-formed. She couldn't scream this time, because she had no breath, no lungs, no tongue. The kernel of magic inside her had opened, and it was flooding her body like salt water or light.”
― H.G. Parry, The Magician’s Daughter