Quotes About Magic

The wicked Witch of the East.

Sky and sea, keep harm from me. Earth and fire, bring… my desire.

Maybe there was a magic stronger than spells. Maybe the soulmate principle was responsible, and if two people were meant to be together, nothing could keep them apart.

You're a witch, she reminded herself. You should love cemeteries. They're probably your natural habitat.

Bud and blossom, leaf and tree, Find him, bind him, now to me, Shoot and seedling, root and bough, Threads of love entwine us now.

Words made faerie tales.

A really sublime moment is that when the last ray of light breaks in upon the soul, and marshals into a single group all the scattered disconnected truths there. There is such a vast difference between the moment which follows, and the moment which precedes this one, between what we were before, and what we are after, that the word grace has been invented to convey the idea of this magic stroke, of this light from on high.

Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.

I turned my nightmares into fireflies and caught them in a jar.

Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky.

She had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil's lair. She wasn't innocent now, but she didn't know what to do about it. This was her life: magic and shame and secrets and teeth and a deep, nagging hollow at the center of herself where something was most certainly missing.

You are not just going to vanish like this, Karou. This isn't some goddamn Narnia book.

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.

something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.

Hope is the real magic, child.

He believed in magic, like a child, and in ghosts, like a peasant.

Which is what one always hopes will happen: for life to take over and be bigger and more marvelous than what we can dream up on our own. Life doesn't need magic to be magical. (But a little bit sure doesn't hurt.)

She asked in a hesitant whisper, "Do you still think i'm a... A singularly unhorrible demon?" "No," he said smiling. "I think you're magical, and brave, and exquisite. And..." His voice grew bashful. Only in a dream could he be so bold and speak such words. "I hope you'll let me be in your story.

The moon on a bracelet and the sun in a jar," said Sarai. "We really wreak havoc on the heavens, don't we?" Lazlo's voice sank deeper in his throat. Smokier. Hungrier. "I expect the heavens will survive," he said, and then he kissed her.

magic was ugly—-a hard bargain with the universe, a calculus of pain.

In moments Akiva was up in the ether, scarcely feeling the sting of ice crystals in the thin air. He let his glamour fall away, and his wings were like sheets of fire sweeping the black of the heavens. He moved at speed, onward toward another human city to find another doorway bitter with the devil's magic, and after that another, until all bore the black handprint....Once all the doors were marked, the end would begin. And it would begin with fire.

She tasted of fairytales

Magic won't save us. The power it would take to conjure on such a scale, the tithe would destroy us. The only hope...is hope. You don't need tokens for it- it's in your heart or nowhere. And in your heart, child, it had been stronger than I have ever seen.

I don't believe in prayer, but I do believe in magic, and I want to believe in miracles.