Quotes About Magic

The moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would have never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings, and material assistance which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.

Ma nulla uguagliava il suo piacere quando si ritrovava insieme a lei. E così anche a lei era rimasta la stessa sensazione; anche lei non poteva sottrarsi a quella beata necessità. Come prima si attraevano reciprocamente, con una forza indescrivibile, quasi magica.

Der Glauben an sich selbst ist Magie, wenn du das tust, kannst du alles erreichen.

scores of scientists working in widely separated unrelated disciplines are crossing the threshold into the world of ancient science. We call it progress, but Merlin will have the last laugh. Science is inching into magic, and the science of the twenty-first century will probably be nothing more than a revival of alchemy. In

Recent decades have taught us that physics is a magic window. It shows us the illusion that lies behind reality—and the reality that lies behind illusion. Its scope is immensely greater than we one realized. We are no longer satisfied with insights only into particles, or fields of force, or geometry, or even space and time. Today we demand of physics some understanding of existence itself.

The genius of Cornell is that he sees and enables us to see with the eyes of childhood, before our vision got clouded by experience, when objects like a rubber ball or a pocket mirror seemed charged with meaning, and a marble rolling across a wooden floor could be as portentous as a passing comet.

In the past, poetry came in the form of spells and chants used to effect change.

If I were serious I would never have become a wizard, would I?

On a shelf over the experiment table there was the inevitable skull, which the wizard put their to remind him of death, though it usually reminded him that he needed to go to the dentist.

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

Yes, Mom, we're trying to save the world from a crazy guy who's using magic statues to cause terrible weather.

When he had brushed a thin coat of dust off the pebbled leather cover of one volume, he saw the words: Register of All Wizards and Warlocks of the South Kingdom and of the North Kingdom from the Beginning of the World to the Present Time.

and so, I went to work on a brazen head that was going to tell me how to encircle England with a wall of brass, to keep out marauding Danes and other riffraff.

Black magic never stops. What goes from you comes to you. Once you start this shit, you gotta keep it up. Just like the utility bill. Just like the grocery store. Or they kill you. You got to keep it up. Two, five, ten, twenty years.

How do you do that?" I asked. "What do witches eat?" "Witches loves pork meat," she said. "They loves rice and potatoes. They loves black-eyed peas and cornbread. Lima beans, too, and collard greens and cabbage, all cooked in pork fat. Witches is old folks, most of them. They don't care none for low-cal. You pile that food on a paper plate, stick a plastic fork in it, and set it down by the side of a tree. And that feeds the witches." The

It might sound sentimental to say it in so many words, but we are blessed by the dead, and we know that we are, in spite of our protestations to the contrary. They leave spaces in our lives that, for some of us, are the closest things to sacred we ever know. They are there and then they are gone and, after a time, we come to see a certain elegance in that – the elegance of a magic trick, say, where the conjuror rehearses the vanishing act that we must all accomplish sooner or later.

Most people who talked about angels seemed to picture a fusion of Tinker Bell and a crossing guard...

Just then a little lady appeared. 'Who are you?' said Dorothy. 'I am the Good Witch of the North,' the little lady replied, 'and if you put on the Wicked Witch's silver shoes . . .' 'I'll look like Lady Gaga.' '. . . you'll have magic powers. Now where would you like to go?' 'Anywhere that Andrew Lloyd Webber is not.

Already he found himself forgetting that something like an occluded front seemed to have swept over his memories of Sylvie, which he had thought as hard and changeless as anything he owned, but which when he touched them now seemed to have turned to autumn leaves like fairy gold, turned to wet earth, staghorn, snails' shells, fauns' feet.

source of his thaumaturgical powers. A gracious host as well, he cherishes his Guests and makes them eternally welcome.

tales of Castle Perilous are as endless as the worlds it contains. Only a relative few of them have been set down.… … Which brings

Go, and catch a falling star,Get with child a mandrake root,Tell me, where all past years are,Or who cleft the Devil's foot.Teach me to hear mermaids singing.

Everyone is introduced to the Peter Pan story when they're very young. This story is part of everyone's life.

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.