Quotes About Magic

My diary has its own kind of magic. It gives me the feeling of having accomplished something. On days when I don't have time for this, I feel tortured.

This time it had been magic. And it didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done.

There's precious little to say between day and dark, Perhaps a few words on the implacable will Of time sailing like a magic barque Or something as fine for the amenities.

You can feel better about yourself in a very short period of time depending on the kind of magic that you are doing.

just because a mage wears the black robes does not make him evil.

The magic will not solve your problems. It will only add to them. The magic will not make people like you. It will increase their distrust. The magic will not ease your pain. It will twist and burn inside you until sometimes you think that even death would be preferable. -Antimodes, Soulforge

Uh, Lunitaris idish, shirak, damen du!

Then he heard a familiar voice. That's got 'em! Wonderfull spell, Fireball-- Fizban! Tanis groaned.

Magic is the recognition of the fire burning behind us when all else see only their own shadow on the wall.

That's it!" cried Fizban. "I remembered!" Suddenly the air was filled with strands of sticky, floating cobweb.

Fortunately, our friend Raistlin taught me what to watch—" "Raistlin!" Flint puffed. "That pasty-faced, skinny magician. He's more than half charlatan himself. Always sniveling and whining and poking his nose where it doesn't belong. If it weren't for his twin brother looking after him, someone would've put an end to his magic long ago.

Raistlin ran to Fizban's side. "Now is the time for the casting of the fireball, Old One," he panted. "It is?" Fizban's face filled with delight. "Wonderful! How does it go?" "Don't you remember!" Raistlin practically shrieked, dragging the mage behind a pillar as the slug spat another glob of burning saliva onto the floor. "I used to Ã¢â'¬Â¦ let me see." Fizban's brow furrowed in concentration.

The old magician had pulled out a spellbook and was flipping through its pages. "Web Ã¢â'¬Â¦ web Ã¢â'¬Â¦ how did that go?" he mumbled.

He writhed at the thought and vowed by the gods of magic, by all three gods of magic, that he would never return to Solace until he could do so with pride in himself and with power in his hand.

have sinned enough against the world," Raistlin said dryly. "Teaching magic to

His hands clenched to fists inside his robes, his eyes flared red in the crimson moonlight.

Alfred shook his balding head slowly, with quiet dignity. "You can't threaten me, Haplo. Sartan magic is different from Patryn magic, but it has the same roots and is just as powerful. I haven't used my magic as much as you've been forced by circumstances to use yours. But I am older than you. And you must concede that magic of any type is strengthened by age and by wisdom.

The words of explanation Edward long to say grew tangled in smoky perfume and wet tendrils of long fair hair, conflicting thoughts of assassins and magic, insane monks and false nuns and holy quests and somewhere, long ago, the tale of a wild witch of the wood with whom, if a man fell in love, he was lost forever....

Tanis at first wondered what the mage was studying, then realized it was his spellbook. It is the curse of the magi that they must constantly study and recommit their spells to memory every day. The words of magic flame in the mind, then flicker and die when the spell is cast. Each spell burns up some of the magician's physical and mental energy until he is totally exhausted and must rest before he can use his magic again.

He didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't matter.

Writing was the only thing that populated my life and made it magic.

It's a woman's prerogative to know of magic, and to practice magic, and to use her knowledge to help the world.

Avalon is a magical island that is hidden behind huge impenetrable mists. Unless the mists part, there is no way to navigate your way to the island. But unless you believe the island is there, the mists won't part.

Where do starfish come from?" asked Sam. "From the sky," answered Stella. "Starfish are shooting stars that fell in love with the sea." "Weren't the stars afraid of drowning?" asked Sam. "No," said Stella. "They all learned how to swim.