Quotes About Magic

All that is magical and divine in me is bounded by the human and always was.

Maybe I was going mad. There had been enough pain for it and enough magic; there had been enough hunger, and enough blood.

It was as if the terrible battle was over. He had confessed his wrath and it was gone, and he sat still and simple near the fire, the warrior no longer. Such was the magic of words, he thought.

Every spellbinder has a signature," I said. "Once I learn to recognize that signature, I become immune. They can't make it happen to me after that." I

The night's dark journey had only begun. I could not send her in search of victims! The magic of her was scarce complete.

Can you picture it?' she said so softly I scarcely heard. 'A coven of children? That is all I could provide…

Vecchie verità e antica magia, rivoluzione e invenzione cospirano per distrarci dalla passione che in un modo o nell'altro ci sconfigge tutti. E alla fine, stanchi di questa complessità, noi sogniamo di quel tempo remoto in cui sedevamo sulle ginocchia di nostra madre e ogni bacio era la consumazione del desiderio. Cosa possiamo fare, se non cercare l'abbraccio che ora deve racchiudere il paradiso e l'inferno: il nostro destino inevitabile?

I had become a magician for them, aiding them to realize accomplishments of which they hadn't even dreamt.

How many times have you, the magician, reached out for the lonely soul? You have no right to call those between life and death.

Perhaps he had worked a vague charm, and she was giving forth her deepest thoughts.

It was all entirely understandable, but Aaron had a near magical effect upon people in such states, and he soon quieted her with his words, while Mary assisted when she could.

A witch is a person who can attract and manipulate unseen forces," said Aaron.

Her eyes were round and extremely large. Her lips were perfectly rouged, and there came a perfume from her that was no doubt made by a Persian magician to drive us out of our wits.

Stories of romance and adventure and magic helped us to imagine a better world into being, however gradually. In the telling of every fairy tale, the listener and the teller took another step towards nobility.

Obviously the household of Richard the Fair was unused to hearing the magician laugh. Even Richard himself stopped pawing his willing partner to stare at Simon of Navarre. Something amuses you, my Grendel? he demanded. You have been gracious enough to gift me with a clever wife, Simon said. A clever woman is a curse, Richard said flatly, eyeing Alys with profound distrust. Change your mind, my friend. Choose the pretty one. My lord, said Simon, I did.

I knew what she was asking, of course. I'd been asking it myself a moment before. But I wasn't sure how you went from dreams to reality without the magic leaking out - or becoming too wild and powerful.

Perhaps it is a child's magical thinking. But you cannot know a place until you know the stories it tells about itself.

I don't know your life history, but I think children need to believe in powers outside themselves. That's why they read books about witches and wizards and God knows what. There is a human need for that which childhood normally exhausts. But if a child's world is broken up by too much reality, that need goes underground.

a magic purse that can never be emptied no matter how much he spends.

she is said to have possessed golden sandals that carried her over water and land

You're not human, Eleanore Jones. I think that somewhere inside you, you must know that. You must always have known. You're not made of ordinary bone or blood but of something else completely." "Really. What am I of, then? Kelp and jellyfish, I suppose?" "You are made of magic." He said it in an absolutely unremarkable way, as if instead he'd just said, I had coffee this morning or the floor needs mopping.

There are things in this world, she said steadily, still holding Zane's eyes, that defy easy words. There are things in this world worth protecting, fragile things, secret things. Things that would do great harm should they ever be handled carelessly. Rue. The marquess loomed just beyond her. Things like magic. She touched a finger to Zane's cheek, a shock of warmth. Things like love. -Rue, Zane, & Kit

That's how I do this life sometimes by making the ordinary just like magic and just like a card trick and just like a mirror and just like the disappearing. Every Indian learns how to be a magician and learns how to misdirect attention and the dark hand is always quicker than the white eye and no matter how close you get to my heart you will never find out my secrets and I'll never tell you and I'll never show you the same trick twice. I'm traveling heavy with illusions.

I remember when people used to think I was smart. I remember when people used to think my brain was useful. Damaged by water, sure. And ready to seizure at any moment. But still useful, and maybe even a little bit beautiful and sacred and magical.