Quotes About Magic

Christopher Paolini

Christopher Paolini

Christopher Paolini

By beak and bone, Mine blackened stone Sees rooks and crooks And bloody brooks!

Christopher Paolini

Christopher Paolini

Christopher Paolini

Christopher Paolini

A dwarf was waiting for Eragon in the dragonhold.

she stirred the brew, was Angela the herbalist. At her feet sat Solembum.

reasons of his own. After Eragon agrees, Brom gives him the sword Zar'roc, which was once a Rider's blade, though he refuses to say how he acquired it. Eragon learns much from Brom during their travels, including how to fight with swords and use magic. Eventually, they lose the Ra'zac's trail and visit the city of Teirm, where Brom believes

Dokte Paul works with both hands" — that is, both with science and with the magic necessary to remove ensorcellments.

Dad's talent was giving magic hugs. When you were in the magic middle of one, you magically felt kind toward the whole world. You magically couldn't stay mad at anyone or thing for long.

As soon as they died, the souls of the dead were drawn by Myrkul's magic to one of the thousands of places like this, the Fountain of Nepenthe—a pool or well filled with the black Waters of Forgetfulness. In normal times, Myrkul's attraction was so strong that a soul spectre would immediately leap into dark waters, then emerge on the plain on the other side.

Hasty learning can lead to mistakes, and magical mistakes tend to be more spectacular than healing mistakes. My father used to use that reasoning to explain why apprentices of magi drink far less than the students of healing." Veran grinned. "'Healers wake up with a sore head," he used to say; 'magicians wake up with a sore head, our toes burned black and the roof on the floor.

But as I witnessed what Dakova was capable of, I cared less about what the Guild did and didn't allow. He did not need black magic to perform evil. I saw him do things with his bare hands that I will never forget.

He had always believed that robes and swords did not go together well. There were already too many ways a magician could harm another person. Why add a non-magical one to the list?

Of course there are risks – there are risks to everything a magician does." - Lorkin

All magic can be abused. All power can be abused. The Traitors are proof that a culture that does embrace higher magic doesn't necessarily turn into Sachaka – the Ashaki kind of Sachaka, that is." - Lorkin

A magician four centuries ago described his magic as a constant companion. It can be a helpful friend, he said, or a deadly adversary.

There are magic moments, involving great physical fatigue and intense motor excitement, that produce visions of people known in the past (en me retraçant ces détails, j'en suis à me demander s'ils sont réels, ou bien si je les ai rêvés). As I learned later from the delightful little book of the Abbé de Bucquoy, there are also visions of books as yet unwritten.

there are two forms of magic. There is a magic that is the work of the Devil and which aims at man's downfall through artifices of which it is not licit to speak. But there is a magic that is divine, where God's knowledge is made manifest through the knowledge of man, and it serves to transform nature, and one of its ends is to prolong man's very life.

Vallet wrote of something else. Stimulated in some mysterious way by what he was saying, I made that connection myself and, and as I identified the idea with the text I was underlining, I attributed it to Vallet. And for more than twenty years I had been grateful to the old abbot for something he had never given me. I had produced the magic key on my own.

Ho messo Praga proprio all'inizio perché è una tra le mie città magiche. Ma mi piace anche Dublino. Metta Dublino al posto di Praga, non farà nessuna differenza. A quel punto la reazione dei traduttori fu: Ma Dublino non è stata invasa dai russi! Al che risposi: Non è colpa mia.