Quotes About Magic

Ishabal: If you may correct your vision as you like, why do you wear spectacles? Tris: Because I like them. Because I have better things to do with my magic than fixing my vision when ordinary glass will do.

The first thing every mage should learn is that magic makes fools of us. Now you may call yourself a mage. You have learned the most important lesson.

As I recall, this word's use means somewhere there is a tree that is now a - a two-legger. -Numair Salmalin

We can't just act without thinking anymore, Tris. They've been trying to teach as that all along. I guess if we're mages, we can't exactly be kids, can we? - Sandry after the pirate attack

Sandry: There has to be something we can do. Lark: We're mages. We do what we can, but some problems are too big to fix. Sandry: Then I wish I weren't a mage. What good is magic, if you can't use it to help people.

When in doubt, the mage Numair Salmalin had taught the pages, Shoot the wizard.

These mages, Kol asked, a wicked glint in his eye, what kind of fees will they charge? Will I get a two-for-one discount, since they're twins?

You get too excited over big flashes, Tunstall. Mages rely on that to make you think they have more power than you.

The Chamber is only a room, though a magical one, and you will enter it when the time comes. Duke Roger is only a man, for all he wields sorcery. He can be met and defeated. But you, my daughter - learn to love. You have been given a hard road to walk. Love will ease it. Much depends on you, Alanna of Trebond. Do not fail me! - The Goddess

The hardest lesson any of us must learn is there's only so much we can do," she informed him, her voice lemon-tart. "We run into it headfirst all the time, knowing what we can do, what we can't, how much we can do. We think of magic as this promise that we will fix anything that comes our way, Keth. We can't.

When we return--when I have delivered our discovery--I will give you a book to read about a thing called wild magic, she said drily. I wouldn't talk about it in the university. It's supposed to be an old wives' tale. Well, I am an old wife. You might be interested, that's all.

Ozorne, please don't let him try to make me into a battle mage. I wish you'd told me that's what you wanted. Arram stopped and grabbed his friend by the arms. I won't do it. I'm not a killer. I'll never be a killer.

It occurred to Keth for the first time that perhaps magic wasn't simply a matter of fires, lightning, and power in the air, if spoken words could also create such a transformation.

What good is magic, if you can't use it to help people?

I leave you mages to it. I'm going to camp and torture some trainees.

Strings and blades are your domain, Mercurio. We'll prevail on your for a song.

The last notes dripped from the mandolin and melted like magic coinage into nothing. The nothing contained the hall, the limbo that was blind as Cupid, did not breathe, held to its own fancies, its own hidden wants and musings.

The magic time when the first fires of the evening were lighted was long past, the bread and spoons were on the table, and the dishes laid out in their proper places for the house demons.

He, with his hair like the earliest sunrise, his fair complexion, his eyes gilded by lashes longer than their own, was like a being from another world.

Can you raise ghosts with your magic scroll? Mercurio will come and laugh at you.

At midday, beaten almost flat by the hammer of the sun, the desert lay in the perfect imitation of one near death. A deception. Life lurked and thrived in its own way just beneath the skin of the desert. Husks, buried shards, last treasures, veins of water, and magic. While at dusk, the dying thing would rise and shake itself, and stretch to receive the cold balm of the stars.

To confront the witch and her witchery, was, after all, turning out to be interesting.

She realized now, fully, how strong the magic of Kernik, Prince of Conjurors, must be. Strong and awesome, to sweep away the memory of a whole night of wonders as a broom sweeps away the trace of birds' feet in the snow. Truly he was a person to be respected and feared, and it would be safe and intelligent to forget entirely his magnificent coming and that sly going that she had not been meant to see. But of course she could not, and acknowledged simultaneously why she could not.

Shaina began to walk very fast over the mountain side and westwards towards the delicate, gloomily-shining fang of the witch's mountain.