Quotes About Sorcery

One of her dearest and handsomest friends was a sorcerer, and from him she had learned so much magic even her hairpins got up and started living serious-minded lives, writing hairpin-ballads, celebrating hairpin-holidays, and inventing several new schools of philosophy.

You are a Witch. I am a Prince. In all the books, where there is a Witch and a Prince there is a way.

For a witch is nothing without her Spoon.

What great minds lie in the dust," said Guyal in a low voice. "What gorgeous souls have vanished into the buried ages; what marvellous creatures are lost past the remotest memory … Nevermore will there be the like; now in the last fleeting moments, humanity festers rich as rotten fruit. Rather than master and overpower our world, our highest aim is to cheat it through sorcery.

My clever baton holds your unnatural sorcery in abeyance.

Mazirian shook off the spell, if such it were, and uttered a spell of his own, and all the valley was lit by streaming darts of fire, lashing in from all directions to spit Thrang's blundering body in a thousand places. This was the Excellent Prismatic Spray — many-colored stabbing lines. Thrang was dead almost at once, purple blood flowing from countless holes where the radiant rain had pierced him.

Justin gazed at them, like "Witches!" (But, you know, with a "B.")

Witches, he thought. Always rhyming.

THE WIND KICKED high and hard, ahead of the rain. Lightning slashed over the hills in whips of eerie blue, blinding white. It struck a cotton-wood in the near pasture, cleaving it like an ax. Ozone burned the air like a sorcerer's potion.

Moonlight. The silvery sorcery of moonlight slipped through the windows. Roses. The fragile fragrance of roses floated on the air. Music. The muted magic of Beethoven drifted in from the apartment below.

Pete Corley stood up—which was like watching a closet full of broomsticks animating all at once under a sorcerer's spell.

Chopped up fairy wings, the heart of a narwhal taken during a lunar eclipse, spit from a consumptive.… Christ. Just drink it, will you?

There is in a word, in a verb, something sacred which forbids us from using it recklessly. To handle a language cunningly is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

Caleb was no Sorcerer, but in the only magic art that still remains to us: the magic of devoted, deathless love:

Pure mathematics is the magician's real wand.

She turned me into a newt. ... But I got better...

There is nothing mysterious about it at all. It is only magic and sorcery--kishuf--that frighten men; life itches and burns like a hairshirt, but the rays from the sun of the spiritual world are mild and warming.

Is there sorcery involved when you love me here, or when we first meet in a public place?

It is a mother's duty to teach her daughters about the uses of blood, particularly a magical daughter.

Life is magic.

I'm not interested in a world without magic.

Breath the words and they will come to life; as of words of magic

Magic is the cheat codes for the world.

Where our knowledge of beauty harmonizes with the ludus naturae, sorcery begins. No, not spoon-bending or horoscopy, not the Golden Dawn or make-believe shamanism, astral projection or the Satanic Mass--if it's mumbo jumbo you want go for the real stuff, banking, politics, social science--not that weak blavatskian crap.