Quotes About Spell

Hey this is Lenore! Yup, it sure is Lenore! Huh, maybe he can't hear me, maybe I should spell it. L-e-n-o-p There's no p in Lenore , Lenore. Oh yeah? Then what's this raggamuffin? Pssssssssssss Aaaaagh! How are you even projecting it at that angle!?!

You've heard of him haven't you?" "She may not have, I hadn't until last week." "Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog... Act four scene one, three witches at the cauldron no?

My son's an idiot. His teacher asked him to spell Mississippi. He asked which one? The river or the state?

And now this spell was snapt: once more I viewed the ocean green, And look'd far forth, yet little saw Of what had else been seen - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turn'd round, walks on And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.

Did that girl really use up my spell?

For years they've grumbled that England is a cesspool governed by an immoral king under the spell of the Whore of Babylon, which is their cute nickname for the pope.

Since the last question, also the first one, the quesiton of death, offers us the interesting alternatives of disintegrating ourselves by our own wills in proof of our freedom, or the acknowledging that we owe a human life to this waking spell of existence, regardless of the void.

Here is everything which can lay hold of the eye, ear and imagination - everything which can charm and bewitch the simple and ignorant. I wonder how Luther ever broke the spell.

I learned that spell fifty years ago,' he mumbled as he lit his pipe. 'And I still don't know what it's for.

Life was more difficult in Inkheart, yet it seemed to Meggie that with every new day Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful.

It was as if, because of an evil spell, the joy or sorrow of on required the sorrow or joy of the other; even our physical aspect, it seemed to me, shared in that swing.

That fool of a fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me.

There is a spell in mediaeval Art which has had power to bewitch some people into trying, or wishing to try, or fancying that they wish to try or making believe to fancy that they wish to try, to bring back the Middle Ages.

I'm a witch, I'm up all night, this is no joke.

When I was 12, I thought I wanted to be a witch.

I wanted to be a witch so badly when I was younger.

That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well; Icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.

I can't explain witchcraft.

Witches are made out of things like mushrooms and twigs. Everybody knows that.

Seeing Shakespeare in the Park, for me, it's just this side of feeling like you've witnessed some kind of magic. It's this spell that you're under, to be part of that!

Apathy, or lethargy, or a combination of the two, soon casts a spell over everything and the most traumatic events are quickly forgotten.

Pride is a master of deception: when you think you're occupied in the weightiest business, that's when he has you in his spell.

There is something powerful in the whispering of obscenities, about those in power. There's something delightful about it, something naughty, secretive, forbidden, thrilling. It's like a spell, of sorts. It deflates them, reduces them to the common denominator where they can be dealt with.