Quotes About Spell

though she had not had the strength to shake off the spell that bound her to him she had lost all spontaneity of feeling, and seemed to herself to be passively awaiting a fate she could not avert.

O Who can tell The hidden power of herbes, and might of Magick spell?

The magic is over, but its effects will live forever.

There're all kinds of magic in the world.

BeastNYC: I'm sorry. Isn't there any way out of the spell, Silent? SilentMaid: My sisters tried to get the Sea Witch to let me out of the spell. They gave her their hair and everything. But she said the only way I could get out of the spell is for me to kill him. Froggie: R U going 2 do it? BeastNYC: Ask Grizzlyguy to help you. He & his gf killed a dwarf. Grizzlyguy: It's not funny, Beast. BeastNYC: I'm sorry, Grizz. Sarcasm is how i deal w/being upset.

I can be black magic Or boring as hell.

Because of my chains and because of your spell, And the family curse that still haunts us as well.

I believe in the magic and in the authority of words

Silence: the motor drive of nothingness underneath all rhythm - threatened to last forever, a spell of sleep cast over the entire kingdom of listeners.

Percy, we're going to Polyphemus' island! Polyphemus is an S-i-k...a C-y-k... She stamped her foot in frustration. As smart as she was, Annabeth was dyslexic, too. We could've been there all night while she tried to spell Cyclops. You know what I mean!

Doughboy, I said. What is this scroll? A spell lost in time! he pronounced. Ancient words of tremendous power! Well? I demanded. Does it tell how to defeat Set? Better! The title reads: The Book of Summoning Fruit Bats!

Behold, my children! she said. The instrument of my revenge. I will call it a scythe! The Titans muttered among themselves: What is that for? Why is it curved? How do you spell scythe?

If a person cast no shadow at all, he couldn't be alive. His existence became meaningless.Execrating Apophis by destroying his shadow would cut his connection to the mortal world completely. He'd never be able to rise again. I finally understood why he'd been so anxious to burn Setne's scrolls, and he was afraid of this spell. (Carter Kane)

And so he was reading the story as if it were a spell and the words of it, spoken aloud, could make magic happen.

Derek lunged. He hit me in the shoulder and knocked me to the floor, landing on top of me. His body jerked, like he'd been hit with the spell, and I let out a yelp, struggling to get up, but he held me down, whispering I'm okay, it's okay until the words penetrated.

I'd been staring at the search term for at least five minutes. One word. Necromancer.

And, while I might be enjoying this--" He lifted his hand, which was still clasping mine. "I know it's as temporary as a love spell. Give it a few hours and she'll hate me again." "Hate's a strong word," I said. "Strong emotion is better than indifference.

You've got some kind of hold over her, and I don't like it." Rafe leaned over and whispered. "It's a love spell I picked up from a witch over in Nanaimo. But don't tell Maya.

You've got some kind of hold over her, and I don't like it." Rafe leaned over and whispered. "It's a love spell I picked up from a witch over in Nanaimo. But don't tell Maya." "You think you're funny." "No, I think you have your own issue with me and I think I know what it is. But it has nothing to do with me personally, so I'm going to try not to take it personally.

If you called the faery handbag by its right name, it would be something like 'orzipankianikcz,' which means the 'bag of skin where the world lives,' only Zofia never spelled that word the same way twice. She said you had to spell it a little differently each time. You never wanted to spell it exactly the right way, because that would be dangerous.

Ting. Tingle, tingle, tremble toes, She's a good fisherman, catches hens, puts 'em inna pens Wire blier, limber lock, three geese inna flock One flew east, one flew west One flew over the cuckoo's nest O-U-T- spells out… goose swoops down and plucks you out.

Tingle, ting-le, tang-le toes, she's a good fisherman, catches hens, puts 'em inna pens…wire blier, limber lock, three geese inna flock…one flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cuckoo's nest…O-U-T spells out…goose swoops down and plucks you out.

The spell of power never quite releases its hold.

Language has infinite power and as long as there's Romeo and Juliet or Laila and Majnu or You and Me, as long as there's love in the world, language will find a way to cast its spell.