The Enchanted Castle

Oh, if I could choose,” said Mabel, “of course I’d marry a brigand, and live in his mountain fastness, and be kind to his captives and help them to escape and-“ “You’ll be a real treasure to your husband.” said Gerald.

If you're lucky enough to be different, don't you ever changed" - Taylor Swift

Aunt Emily says grown-ups never really like playing. They do it to please us." "They little know," Gerald answered, "how often we do it to please them.

Don't bother about believing it, if you don't like it,' said the Princess. 'It doesn't so much matter what you believe as what I am.

Gerald's look assured her that he and the others would be as near angels as children could be without ceasing to be human.

When you are young so many things are difficult to believe, and yet the dullest people will tell you that they are true--such things, for instance, as that the earth goes round the sun, and that it is not flat but round. But the things that seem really likely, like fairy-tales and magic, are, so say the grown-ups, not true at all. Yet they are so easy to believe, especially when you see them happening. And, as I am always telling you, the most wonderful things happen to all sorts of people, only you never hear about them because the people think that no one will believe their stories, and so they don't tell them to anyone except me. And they tell me, because they know that I can believe anything.

I don't understand," says Gerald, alone in his third- class carriage, "how railway trains and magic can go on at the same time." And yet they do.

It is a moment, and it is eternity. It is the centre of the universe and it is the universe itself. The eternal light rests on and illuminates the eternal heart of things.

There are a thousand spears in my back,' said a little sharp voice, 'and they are all devoted to the Princess and to her alone.

I've not got much money, but I've got heaps of ideas.

Everything was pleasant that day somehow. There are days like that, you know, when everything goes well from the very beginning; all the things you want are in their places, nobody misunderstands you, and all that you do turns out admirably.

I think magic went out when people began to have steam-engines, and newspapers, and telephones and wireless telegraphing.

but what's the use of belonging anywhere if you're invisible?