Quotes About Magic

Seeker moved in a place of Names and glamours, of knotted hairs and deadly magics.

I am a sorcerer, lad, not a cannibal.

Real sorcery was not particularly spectacular, despite the flash and gunpowder one might see devoted to making ritual convincing when it came to stage plays.

Kit wondered if they were real fey animals, or if they would disappear into dried leaves and twists of straw with the down's advent.

He eats souls, Cathoair. It's where he gets his food.

He'd stepped from the Darkling Glass, his sword in hand and witchcraft on his lips-and straight into a sorcerer's trap.

I am, after all a necromancer. And they shall know you by your trail of dead, Perceval Conn.

She shook out her skirts in the hall, and retrieved her silver-tipped ebony wand.

Technomancy, which had been in old days the magic of letters and forged things, and was now the magic of words and machines and miscroscopic knives and wires.

Mehiel, Kit reminded, my Power may be chained and my magic shorn from me, but I am a bard, a poet, and a warlock too. And there's a warlock too. And there's a half-completed Bible in Tom Walsingham's study that says that my God has as much claim on the world as the God of Richard Baines and…Lucifer.

There was, as far as Garrett understood, no actual reason why incantations were in Latin or Greek, Aramaic or Hebrew, other than tradition and mystique. But she found the discipline useful.

From a magician's midnight sleeve the radio-singers distribute all their love-songs over the dew-wet lawns.

Words are precious things meant to create, to imagine, to dream with.

The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn't ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know.

Knyghtwood, though the gales had stripped away most of its leaves, had not lost its fascination for Ben and the twins. Indeed, its spell seemed deeper than before. The trees all had faces now, the twins said, and fingers and toes. They dug their toes in hard when the wind blew, and stretched up their arms to the sky, and pulled down the clouds with their long, grey fingers, and made purple cloaks out of them that they wrapped about their bare limbs when the night fell coldly.

Be silent now and do not tell your magic.

I'll probably never again feel as intensely about books, read as desperately, and fall as deeply in love with stories and characters as I did that summer. Now when I read, I'm continuously trying to bring back that same immersion, fall in love again, and I judge every book against that impossible ideal. The books I love now aren't necessarily those that are written best, they're those books, like The Thorn Birds and Clan Of The Cave Bear, that bring me closest to that magic.

perhaps,thought Felix,that's what magic is--physics with a different twist to it. my world just hasn't discovered the twist.

Hardly anyone understands the principles behind magic,"scoffed Betony. "It's too difficult.

I'm so sorry," he said, because after Pamela died, he promised himself that if anyone told him the smallest, saddest story, he would answer, I'm so sorry. Meaning, Yes, that happened. You couldn't believe the people who believed that not mentioning sadness was a kind of magic that could stave off the very sadness you didn't mention – as though grief were the opposite of Rumpelstiltskin and materialized only at the sound of its own name.

Blue eyes met brown, and them, as dawn broke the horizon, they leaned forward and kissed. It was a kiss Belle would never forget - One better than any in all the book she had read. It was a kiss full of apology, full of thankfulness, and full of deep, deep love. It was a kiss full of enchantment. And ad their lips met, that magic exploded from them to the rest of the castle.

AS ALL FAIRY TALES DO, this story begins with the simplest of words: once upon a time….

She took the beast's hand. "Let's go home" she said "to the castle" The beast nodded, and togheter, they placed their hand once more on the pages of the enchanted book, closed their eyes... and pictured home.

The adept could, in truth, change those who were obnoxious to him into harmless and unimportant shapes, not as in the letter of the old stories, by transforming the enemy, but by transforming himself. The magician puts men below him by going up higher, as one looks down on a mountain city from a loftier crag.