Quotes About Energy

Magic came from life itself, from the interaction of nature and the elements, from the energy of all living beings, and especially of people. A man's magic demonstrates what sort of person he is, what is held most deeply inside of him. There is no truer gauge of a man's character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power.

These evil freaks, Karrin said. They always pick the most charming places to hang out. Dark energy here, I said. Keeps people from wandering in and randomly interfering. And it feels homey. I know you haven't burned down any buildings in a while, she said, but if you start feeling the need...

Mab had the kind of power you had to describe using exponents.

Polka will never die!" Butters screamed. "I can't believe I'm hearing this," Thomas muttered.

More than that, though, it gained a definite spiritual chill. Malevolent energy hovered around us, slow and thick like half-frozen honey. There was a gloating, miserly quality to it, bringing to my mind images of old Smaug lying in covetous slumber upon his bed of treasure.

Vadderung grinned. "I've never heard it phrased quite like that, but it's accurate enough. In any event, overcoming that inertia requires tremendous energy, will, and a measure of simple luck. If one wishes to alter the course of history, it's a far simpler matter to attempt to shape the future.

The energy of night was far different than that of the daylight—not inherently evil, but wilder, more dangerous, more unpredictable.

Magic comes from life, from the energy of our world and from people, from their emotions and their will. That's what I had always been taught.

she focused on the work with the instant morning energy that can be possessed only by someone who has not yet discovered the immutable necessity of coffee.

Raw power doesn't determine all that you can do with magic. Focus matters, too. The better your focus is, the better you are at putting your power in one place at the same time, the more you can get done.

when they really, selflessly love each other it changes them both. It lingers on in the energy of their lives, even when they are apart.

See, those who wield the primordial forces of creation have a long-running grudge with physics.

Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can't weave together a spell that you don't believe in.

It is going to work," I told her, keeping my tone confident. "We'll breeze right in. The Rack will be with us." Justine glanced at me with an arched eyebrow. "The Rack?" "The Rack is more than just boobs, Justine," I told her soberly. "It's an energy field created by all living boobs. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together.

Magic came from life itself, from the interaction of nature and the elements, from the energy of all living beings, and especially of people.

Great, grinding thunder raised its voice in a throaty roar, and the air turned to falling water.

Mort drove one of those little hybrid cars that, when not running on gasoline, was fueled by idealism.

Magic is essentially a force of creation, of life.

There are thousands of names for them, in every culture—mana, psychic energy, totem, juju, chi, bioethereal power, the Force, the soul. It's an incredibly complex system of interweaving energy that influences good old Mother Earth around us, but it all boils down to a fairly simple concept: Shit happens.

After all, Bob himself was, essentially, a spiritual creature created from the energy of thought. The characters within a book were, from a certain point of view, identical on some fundamental level--there weren't any images of them, no physical tangibility whatsoever. They were pictures In the reader's head, constructs of imagination and ideas, given shape by the writer's work and skill and the reader's imagination. Parents, of a sort.

the instant morning energy that can be possessed only by someone who has not yet discovered the immutable necessity of coffee.

It's an incredibly complex system of interweaving energy that influences good old Mother Earth around us, but it all boils down to a fairly simple concept: Shit happens.

Gente boa precisa ter coisas grandes para fazer, senão leva sua energia criativa para outro lugar.

I have always collected my thoughts on Sunday, a habit enforced in my childhood when my father gave up on the church and turned to my own education with an energy that must be called unpleasant.