Quotes About Magic

she saw there were indeed the sharp white bones of murdered birds in every furrow. This is the way it began; she knew that from the day Hannah told her that she must run. A woman alone who could read and write was suspect. Words were magic. Books were not to be trusted.

She had learned how to make elixirs for fevers and rashes and potions for love, and as it turned out, magic came back to her, not the bloodline magic she'd been born with, but the magic she made for herself. This was the fate she had chosen.

the written conjurations and charms formed by the power of her words were so intense and beautiful they turned silver in the dark and could be read by the light of their meaning alone.

There were sinister aspects of magic, and what you brought into this world was your responsibility, to deal with forevermore.

Buddy had spent a great deal of time at the children's ward at the hospital over on the Turnpike. Every Saturday, during Ben's magic act, he was pulled out of a hat that was old and smelled of alfalfa and sweat. Buddy was used to bright lights and people crying, and he was always well behaved. He had never once bitten a child, not even when he'd been poked or teased. Now, he rose onto his back legs and balanced carefully, just as he'd been taught.

People in town said that if you stood beneath the magnolia, your beloved would come to you, no matter the season or the time, and when its flowers bloomed those who passed by became confused, imagining there had been snow in May, or that stars had fallen from the sky.

You cannot bring back those who have stepped into the next world, and should you try, they would not be the same beings that had once been, but rather they would become unnatural creatures, created by dark magic and desire.

That was how evil spoke. It made its own corrupt sense; it swore that the good were evil, and that evil had come to save mankind. It brought up ancient fears and scattered them on the street like pearls. To fight what was wicked, magic and faith were needed. This was what one must turn to when there was no other option.

Fazer magia para si mesma é complicado. A magia é algo que você deve usar para ajudar os outros. Se usá-la em benefício próprio, o tiro pode sair pela culatra e lhe causar inúmeros problemas.

Those women who could read were revered and feared, for they were the most skilled in love magic.

Every fairy tale had a bloody lining.

There seemed to be handfuls of stars tossed right above the rooftops in Haddan, keeping the town still alight at midnight.

There were sinister aspects o magic, and what you brought into this world was your responsibility, to deal with forever more.

Writing itself was a magical act in which imagination altered reality and gave form to power. To this end, the book was the most powerful element of all.

This was green magic, visionary in nature, blending the soul of the individual with the soul of the earth.

A woman alone who could read and write was suspect. Words were magic. Books were not to be trusted. What men could not understand, they wished to burn.

Ecco Dotty, tirata fuori dal mondo reale ed esposta alla luce, sospesa all'interno della splendida gelatina trasparente che Hugo ha passato la vita a imparare a realizzare. Si tratta di un numero di magia, non c'è altro modo per definirlo; si tratta, potremmo anche dire, di un generoso atto d'amore particolare, libero da ogni sentimentalismo. Di un dono felice e meraviglioso. (Materiali)

If I could be the mother of Wind I would blow all fear away from you. If I could be the mother of Water I would wash out the path that frightens you. If I were the mother of Trees I would plant my tallest children around your feet that you might climb beyond all danger. But alas, I am only a mother of humans whose magic powers have vanished since we allow our littlest ones to face injustice suffering & the unholiest of terrors alone.

Can you picture it at all, Celie? Because I felt like i was seeing black for the first time. And Celie, there is something magical about it. Because the black is so black the eye is simply dazzled, and there is the shining that seems to come, really from moonlight, it is so luminous, but their skin glows even in the sun.

Some witches, the very brave ones, are not afraid of humans." "And some humans, the very brave ones, are not afraid to fly.

I want to suspend my disbelief. I want to see magic happen. I want to believe that there's a world just beneath the surface of our world where anything can happen, where magic is possible and dreams come true.

No Words,' for example, was two songs that became one song.54 I wrote the first few verses and couldn't get any further. I took them to Paul, and he added his little bit of magic.

You need to have faith and trust, Moira. And a little bit of pixie dust?

People like the feeling they get when they think they've stumbled upon something miraculous. It's a proven fact.