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“She is the magic of a full moon light!”
― Avijeet Das

“Get drunk by drinking the magical beauty and tranquil tonic of nature; get lost in the wilderness.”
― Debasish Mridha

“If there is ever a magical beauty that can be watched hours with great admiration, and that is the beauty of a strong light falling from the everlasting skies into the heart of the dimness!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The visions of the magical beauty of morning flowers in the twilights of the dawn gives the glimpses of the eternity.”
― Amit Ray

“I get lost in the magical beauty that is all around me. My mind is an enchanted magician who mysteriously creates all of that magnificent beauty.”
― Debasish Mridha

“Three hours later, Cassandra limped into the quiet, empty conservatory. Soft ripples of light reflected from the indoor stream and jostled against shadows cast by ferns and palm fronds. It looked like the room of some underwater palace.
Painfully she made her way to the steps of a small stone bridge and sat in a billow of blue silk organza skirts. Tiny crystal beads had been scattered among the multiple layers of delicate fabric, casting glints across the floor.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Chasing Cassandra

“They were deep into the forest, climbing over mossy rocks and logs, far from anything familiar and so very different from the city she'd been living in, yet it felt as familiar as a childhood dream.
She tried to keep track of their path: left beside the tree with a triple trunk, straight by a boulder made of pink quartz, across a stream that trickled over mossy stones, but after a while she fell into a kind of meditation.
Everything felt soft and alive, and she felt as if she were welcomed within.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop

“We came next to a side door that led us back to the courtyard, where the ice now ran red with blood, then he made us all leap through a window that brought us to a winter garden, filled with flowers the color of twilight punctuated with violent hedges, their leaves black and spiky and their berries bright with poison.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“We turn weightless as we weave between the trees, all movement effortless as if we're floating. Pink and lilac light radiates off my body, tingling as his skin meets mine. I drape my arms around his neck. He's lovely, brimming with an unnatural brightness--- radiant--- like an angel. I smile.
He stumbles back, a crooked look on his face shattering the moment. My heartbeat quickens. "What's wrong?"
"Lila, are you doing this?"
"Doing what?"
He spins me around. "This."
Gold-kissed magnolias blossom on the trees, multiplying before my eyes. Bright pink roses and coral-colored dahlias sprout from the ground. The buds hum faintly, a sweet sound that swirls around us in glitter. The roses blossom until they're full and round, shimmering with a faint iridescence.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“He was swishing his hand absently through the rushing water, looking as pleased as a cat in a sunbeam. His beauty seemed to me to have assumed an even more ethereal quality since we'd stepped through the door--- was it my imagination? His hair was like dark gold lit by firelight.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales