Quotes About Magic

Maybe it's my Catholic upbringing - I grew up thinking that Armageddon was just around the corner - now I know it is, with global warming and all. I can keep it at bay by doing the work. It's a sort of reverse sympathetic magic. I'm always doing it so it doesn't happen to me.

My era was a totally different time. it was indeed a golden era as you say because something magical was there. I mean family and bonding. What more do I say? The films had a lot of warmth and affection.

Technically a memoir, 'The Woman Warrior' becomes almost magical through its inclusion of folk tales, dreams, and revisions.

I was always into fantasy characters, stories of magic, but after Red Sonja, I became obsessed with the persona, the image, of the warrior woman - the sword-wielding, defiant, fearless woman.

There are plenty of characters I'd love to write. Swamp Thing, Etrigan the Demon, Man-Thing, Howard the Duck, Dr. Strange, Dr. Druid, Ghost Rider, the Micronauts, the Shogun Warriors... the list goes on and on.

'Star Wars' came out when I was seven. It was so different from anything else, like peeking into the land of Oz. All you wanted to do was see it again and go back and see more of it. That feeling is not easy to reproduce.

The first 'Star Wars' film was enormously important. I grew up right smack-bang in the sweet spot of all of those. It's true cinema magic. It's fair to say that, as a kid, I would have been very happy to be Han Solo, and I would have been happy to have gone out with Princess Leia.

I had some friends that went to this hypnotist to stop smoking, and I kind of love things that seem magical. And I liked that it was in Santa Monica, and I had to go near the ocean to get my brain washed out or whatever. So I went there. And I went on a Thursday, and I got hypnotized.

The sun began to rise in earnest; Tess loved the way it illuminated treetops first, turning the foliage white-gold. The sky behind was warmly blue, and in the west a gibbous moon lingered in the branches like a pale fish caught in a net. Like a delicious secret. Tess blew it a cheeky kiss.

Jackass, jackass on the wall, where's the info on Hex Hall?

It just seems like overkill when you already have a dagger and I have superpowerful magic at my disposal." 'Superpowerful?'"He stood up, a gold chain dangling from his fingers. Let me remind you of two words, Mercer: Bad. Dog.

No building snowmen for you?" "Sure, I build snowmen, and make snow angels. It's the magic of snow. It's gotta be done." "You don't agree with Sam that playing in snow is just for kids?" "The way I play in snow isn't for kids. Maybe I'll show you sometime." Those hazel eyes of his darkened, and I thought maybe he was thinking about things that would warm up a girl. Dangerous things.

Magic finds a way, warrior.

Ozzie grimaced. "It's a complete perversion of the magic. Horrible!" "But

She didn't want the kiss to end. It was magical, delicious, like a hundred dreams come true wrapped up in one heated embrace. With the snow fluttering down outside and the Christmas tree lights gleaming beside them, the moment seemed perfect. Better than she ever could have imagined.

I needed the reminder that I'm still alive and the world still contains magic and wonder, like Christmas trees and kisses from beautiful women.

she fully understood the meaning of joy. Sparkle might have his magic snowball that could save Christmas, but the true magic—the only one that really mattered—was love.

A lady, with whom I was riding in the forest, said to me, that the woods always seemed to her to wait, as if the genii who inhabit them suspended their deeds until the wayfarer has passed onward: a thought which poetry has celebrated in the dance of the fairies, which breaks off on the approach of human feet.

There is something in the universe that responds to brave, intrepid thought. The Power that holds and that moves the stars in their courses, fights for the brave and the upright. Courage has power and magic in it.

Ah! That glance of yours did some magic on me, you were not aware of. For once I died and was reborn."

Never change yourself just because others don't accept you, the one who's destined for you will accept you the way you're; not that he doesn't find flaws, but it matters no more for he sees only the spark & magic in your eyes, making you feel special for the rest of your life!

The best spells are the ones you write yourself.

Rivers of fire. Even the rocks burn. An island rises from the sea. Dark magic in an errant phrase. The people bow to the lord of error.

while "freedom" from magic is certainly invoked as a constitutive element of modern modes of subjectivity, this freedom is purchased only at the price of potent new forms of social control and regimentation." -- Making Magic , p. 13