Quotes About Magic

The next day the sorcerer, tied to the tail of a savage mule loaded with nuts, was broken into as many pieces as there were nuts upon the mule's back.[1]

Books—all books—are complicated things, muttering at us in different contradictory voices, refusing to stay the same when we go back to them. Tying them down too much robs of them of the magic.

For is my story really so unusual? To wake each morning as if things had gone differently -- the dead come back, the lost returned, the beloved in our arms -- is it really any more magic than the ordinary madness of hope?

My favorite movie as a child was The Wizard of Oz, and I knew that it began with gray clouds just like these. Every time any black-and-white scene with gray clouds appeared on television, I would clap my hands with glee. No number of disappointments could dissuade me; I always thought it was The Wizard of Oz. And life is actually so threaded with hidden enchantment that, one time, it was.

But Arthur, there is hope.' The great author quietly says: 'We are that fraction of old magic that remains.

For almost all of human history, tools were quite limited. They weren't everywhere; they were in specific places. Tools were in the field (agricultural tools) or in the kitchen (cooking tools) or in the toolshed (work tools). And while tools helped us do our work, they didn't work on their own. The dream of a tool that would work by itself was strictly the stuff of magic or fantasy—the sorcerer's apprentice's dream of a broom that would clean up by itself.

People should fall in love with their eyes closed. Just close your eyes. Don't look and it's magic

Maybe we tried so hard to be like the Sisterhood because it was easy for them and we wanted it to be easy for us. Because they were lucky and we wanted to be lucky too. They had wonder, and we didn't have any. We looked for the magic, but we didn't fine it. We waited for the magic, but it didn't find us.

Greta was squinting at the Pants. Are those yours? she asked. Bridget nodded. Would you like me to wash 'em for you? A little bleach would clean that whole mess right off them. Bridget looked aghast. No! No, thank you she cradled them protectively. I like them how they are. Greta clucked and shook her head. To each, her own, she muttered. You have no magic in you, Bridget thought.

Sometimes we pray for help in accepting what comes our way. That takes a bit of magic, too -George

Sorcery," said Idris, leering horribly. The soldier backed away hastily.

A world of magic,' said the Civilian, 'is not a world governed by rules. Of course, there are always rules, but where magic exists, these rules create themselves and change often. (...)

One of the fundamental laws of Nature is that when a great ape (or ape-man) visits a big city for the first time, he kidnaps a young, beautiful woman and climbs up a tower. The laws of magic can be broken, but no one argues with Nature. Bali picked Maya up and threw her over his shoulder.

Babies do not want to hear about babies; they like to be told of giants and castles.

A sight to dream of, not to tell!

God, it's so stupid the way I see my life, see all my existence as if there's some magic out there waiting just for me.

What we think is impossible happens all the time.

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

She wanted to go in, to be swallowed up in the magic mist at the end of the hall. Inhaling deeply, she smelled the sweet perfume of enchanted men and women, and imagined what it was like to be Gwen Mann.

It seemed amazing to me that one night could hold so much, from a merry-go-round to a Pop-Tart with frosting to the most beautiful singing I'd ever heard.

One minute you're walking through a dark woods, alone, and then the landscape shifts, and you see it. Something wondrous and unexpected, almost magical, that you never would have found had you not kept going. Like a new friend who feels like an old one, or a memory you'll never forget. Maybe even a carousel.

Sarah Mlynowski

Sarah Mlynowski

Sarah Mlynowski