Quotes About Magic

Magic is made not from outside but from inside. That was why people mentioned so much the need to have faith for things to happen, for after all, faith is nothing but a way to see the world that makes it possible for the things you wish to happen. Faith, therefore, is a knowledge.

ao contrário do que se pensa, a magia não é feita de fora, mas de dentro. Por isso é que se fala tanto na necessidade de ter fé para que as coisas aconteçam, pois a fé, afinal, não passa de uma maneira de ver o mundo que torna possíveis aquelas coisas que se deseja que aconteçam. A fé, portanto, é um conhecimento [...]

Ãœberall ist Wunderland, Ãœberall ist Leben

That's the magic of life. It happens in ways that challenges our plans.

Wait a minute!" I shouted, "Magic is never one-sided!" Stieglitz barked in agreement. There was always a way to weasel out, everyone knew that. True, it was usually a weird way, like giving your firstborn child to a gnarled dwarf, but heroines under stress promise all kinds of things. Alice got out of Wonderland, didn't she? Sleeping Beauty woke up. I wouldn't give up without a fight!

Un enamoramiento no es eterno. El amor es un don mágico que hay que construir con infinita paciencia

But charm is not only being soft-spoken, relaxed, and at ease; it's wanting to be a giver. Wanting to be a good listener. Responding, communicating, having a genuine interest in people. It's having a good memory for amusing things so that you're a happy person to be with. Charm is grace — graciousness. And it all has to be real — good manners and good manners of the heart. Charm is a touch of magic. Try to make it a part of your way of life.

Letter make words. Words make stories. And stories can be changed with strong enough magic.

What more could I wish for in this magic world of my childhood, encircled by a love and warmth that reached out from within, strong enough to melt the icy snow and sustain me down all the years of my memory?

A black cat crossed my path, and I stopped to dance around it widdershins and to sing the rhyme, Ou va-ti mistigri? Passe sans faire de mai ici.

You get a happy feeling helping someone read. You feel sort of like a wizard.

Do you think magic exists if it can be explained?

So many stars are popping out above us it seems you could almost dip your fingers up there and come out with a handful of stars.

The past tense is forensic. It's all about blame. The present tense is demonstrative. It's all about values." I put on his thick German accent to make her laugh. "'But the future tense—that's where the real magic happens. The future tense is deliberative.

Knives,' muttered Calder, 'and threats, and bribes, and war?' Bayaz' eyes shone with the lamplight. 'Yes?' 'What kind of a fucking wizard are you?' 'The kind you obey.

A dour-faced woman was working at a spinning wheel on a doorstep, and she frowned at Logen as he walked past with the unconscious apprentice over his shoulder. Logen smiled back at her. She was no beauty, that was sure, but it had been a very long time. The woman ducked into her house and kicked the door shut, leaving the wheel spinning. Logen sighed. The old magic was still there.

I believe that, magically, the book we are supposed to read somehow appears in our hands at just the right time.

This was not a tragedy. Dying on your couch watching TV by yourself is a tragedy. Dying while doing something you love with every part of your body is magic. I wish you magic, Edward.

I wish you magic, Edward.

She's that magic, shimmering age—he guesses 27—when a woman has one foot in youth and one in adulthood.

Dying on your couch watching TV by yourself is a tragedy. Dying while doing something you love with every part of your body is magic.

Sylvie had talked about one-two punches, about how Charlie had died on the day Izzy was born, and Sylvie had clearly used her magic to somehow bring William his daughter on the day his heart broke. His wife was trying to save him, yet again.

Surely,' said she, 'there is some magic in wealth, which can thus make persons pay their court to it, when it does not even benefit themselves. How strange it is, that a fool or a knave, with riches, should be treated with more respect by the world, than a good man, or a wise man in poverty!

Nelson Knutson?" I nodded. "What kind of name is that? It sounds like something a magician would say . . . you know, like abracadabra." "It does?" "Yeah. You know, I'm waving my magic wand and . . . Nelson Knutson! . . . there's a rabbit in my hat!