Quotes About Magic

She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.

You will see such webs on the wet grass, maybe, As a pixie-mother weaves for her baby, You will find such flame at the wave's weedy ebb As flashes in the meshes of a mer-mother's web, But there comes to birth no common spawn From the love of a priest for a leprechaun, And you never have seen and you never will see Such things as the things that swaddled me!

Nunca se había sentido digno de nada, y mucho menos de semejante mujer. Pero supo que iba a aprovechar mientras pudiera. Hasta que el hechizo se rompiera y todo volviese a ser ratones y calabazas.

La vida es mucho más sencilla que esa lógica binaria de varitas mágicas que abren los ojos y conectan los corazones.

I would like to evoke the sense of wonder and magic in the reader but without invoking the mystical, the supernatural or the transcendent.

One breath of juniper smoke, like the perfume of sagebrush after rain, evokes in magical catalysis, like certain music, the space and light and clarity and piercing strangeness of the American West. Long may it burn.

Few sensible authors are happy discussing the creative process -- it is, after all, black magic, and may lose its power if we look that particular gift horse too closely in the mouth.

On no other stage are the scenes shifted with a swiftness so like magic as on the great stage of history when once the hour strikes.

This mystery of use without consumption, of warmth without combustion, seems like magic, but was merely an ingenious application of the art now happily lost but carried to great perfection by your ancestors, of shifting the burden of one's support on the shoulders of others.

The best kind of book," said Barnaby, "is a magic book." "Naturally," said John.

And their mother and Mr. Smith stood looking at each other and didn't see the shining or hear the singing or sense the fragrance because all they saw was the light of each other's eyes, and all they heard was the beating of each other's heart and all they felt was their love for each other. . . Now that they had their heart's desire, they had no need of any other magic.

They that are born on Halloween shall see more than other folk.

Witch and ghost make merry on this last of dear OctoberÂ's days.

Raindrops are like fairy whispers.

And as the seasons come and go, here's something you might like to know. There are fairies everywhere: under bushes, in the air, playing games just like you play, singing through their busy day. So listen, touch, and look around — in the air and on the ground. And if you watch all nature's things, you might just see a fairy's wing.

When witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, 'tis near Halloween.

Garden fairies come at dawn, Bless the flowers then they're gone.

A rustle in the wind reminds us a fairy is near.

Even at midnight the sun was still bright, All because you kissed me goodnight!

Are those the magic fairy wands glistening on the tree or only winter icicles that I see?

A magician pulls rabbits out of hats. An experimental psychologist pulls habits out of rats.

It is all very beautiful and magical here---a quality which cannot be described. You have to live it and breathe it, let the sun bake it into you. The skies and land are so enormous, and the detail so precise and exquisite that wherever you are you are isolated in a glowing world between the macro and the micro, where everything is sidewise under you and over you, and the clocks stopped long ago.

There was no need for a term like 'magical thinking' in the Golden Age of Man...there was only genuine everyday magic and mysticism. Children were not mocked or scolded in those days for singing to the rain or talking to the wind.

They can see the character, standing before them. The voice became iconic in its own right. Parents often ask me to do it for their children, who don't quite believe them. After all, any old man can claim to be the guy inside the gold suit and kids are rightly skeptical. 'Hello, I am See-Threepio, human-cyborg relations.' Then I see the magic. I watch as the sound enters their ears, it reaches their brain, it gets processed in moments. And suddenly. Smiles of recognition - and love.