Quotes About Magic

The tabular form of viewing data is by no means rocket science, but it is a rare sort of visual magic that always works.

But to ask a computing device to stop gathering information and to stop sharing it with other devices is like wishing away all the magic in your magic wand.

Prayer is a ubiquitous practice in nearly all religions, but it is seldom understood. Prayer is not magic, meditation, or positive thinking. It remains a puzzle to science and a paradoxical discipline to psychology.

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.

I start to run down the hill, but did I mention I can't feel my feet? They slip out from under me. I tumble head over heels, down, down, down until I splash into a stream. The icy water soaks through my clothes and bites into my skin. Why couldn't Elsa have had warm magical powers?

There is no magic herb that makes a brave man. Courage is knowing that what you do is necessary. Don't doubt yourself, Shadow. There is more valor in your heart than you realize.

What was a book? Not just ink and fiber and stitchery: a series of processes. To a wizard, it was not a static object--but a human thought caught and bound, made concrete through sacred technology. Magic, then, and a deep form of it.

The collective resources of an authoress, a sorceress, and a wampyr and his valet are not to be underestimated.

Eddies of Magi collected in the corners, rejoined the spiral when there was a gap.

He ducked his head and kissed the tattoo of a sorcerer, nestled just between her breasts.

The Merlin's sense of humor would be the death of me yet.

Inside the cottage it was as warm as summer, despite the open door-another touch of Morgan's homely magic-and sweet-smelling cakes were baking on the hearthstone, their crusts just golden-brown on the side closest to the coals.

The Elf-knight stepped forward and Will went with him.

Despite his worry, Will straightened his spine and breathed the cold scent of crunching leaves, drank deep of the welcome air of Faerie and let its strength fill him up.

Faerie had no cold like England; rather it had the dream of cold, and the memory of frost.

Beyond magic, the trick to going unnoticed is to look like you belong. And magic always works the better when it's assisted with symbolism and a little subterfuge.

Where the road was broken, its edges had cracked and meltd where the Technomancer had pulled her Tower from the earth, interrupting its symmetry.

The bandy little elf sat cross-legged in the embrace of a shaggy great willow, a triple pipe held in his hands and his head bowed over it. He blew breath through the reeds, but his fingers poised unmoving and the sound that whispered forth was more the wind through withies than any tune that Kit could call.

Oh, don't think we're all seriousness and stealth, Merlin.

That's the lieutenant governor of New York, isn't it?" "It's a day job. To us she's the archmage.

The necromancer framed the dead woman's eyes with soft fingertips, and leaned so close that Tristen felt as if he had interrupted a seduction.

I took an oath. If it is not inviolable, then I am useless. If I am not inviolate, the magic is not inviolate.

Tristen shook his head, his white hair shedding snowflakes as if it were made of snow itself.

The cold of Faerie magic pierced he warmth of the night; the Seeker's will cast a shadow as she pausd under a streetlight, again chafing her hands.