Quotes About Magic

Clary wondered how many boyfriends she'd turned into rats by accident. -Clary to Isabelle, pg.245-

Magnus wants to shout at me, don't you, Magnus?" (Jace) "Yes," Magnus said, tearing his eyes away from Alec long enough to scowl. -pg.275-

what did wards matter when you could create your own reality just by drawing it?

Then Alec had smiled at one of Magnus's jokes, and the smile had lit a lamp in his solemn face, making his blue eyes brilliant, and briefly taking Magnus's breath away

Hey baby, guess where my warlock mark is? Never works. Trust me. Never works.

Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.

One of the things he loved about Clary was how easily caught up in her imagination she was, how easily she could wall herself away in illusory worlds of curses and princes and destiny and magic. Once he had been able to do the same... Now that the real and the imagined had collided, he wondered if she, like he, longed for the past, for the normal. He wondered if normalcy was something, like a vision or silence, you didn't realize it was precious until you lost it.

The Silent brothers are doing nude cartwheels in the hallways

This is how a faerie loves: with her whole body and soul. This is how a faerie loves: with destruction. This is how a faerie loves: with a gift.

A massive fir, it rose to nearly touch the ceiling at the far end of the ballroom. When Will asked Charlotte how on earth it had gotten in there, she had only waved her hands and said something about Magnus.

Major magical artifacts are big business and valuable as hell. Even the express courier companies won't insure them for full value. They're just too likely to be stolen.

It's already bad. I'm honestly not sure how much worse it's going to get. Notice that I didn't say couldn't get worse. It can always get worse. I know this. And thus I refuse to tempt fate. Superstitious -- probably. But magic exists. So does karma, and karma can be a bitch.

Anytime you feel love for anything, be it stone, tree, lover, or child, you are touched by the Goddess's magick...

Women are impossible, witches are worse, and women who are powerful witches are going to be the death of me.

What an amazing day," Bree said, stretching in her seat. "Thanks to me and my weather charm." I said lightly. Robbie and Hunter both looked at me in alarm. "You didn't," Said Robbie. "You didn't," Said Hunter. I was enjoying this. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." Hunter looked upset. "You can't be serious!" Cahn't, I thought. Cahn too.

Enchantée , says the key in my hand. When I try to turn it, it turns to sand.

The Art Magicke has rules. It means I have to teach you all my tricks. All the substitutions, the replications, the illusions. How to read minds and palms and leaves. How to disappear and reappear. "How to saw people in half?" "That too." "Nice.

He might have been scared but he was brave too. He saved me. Your magic may be powerful, but we are all really good friends and that's so much stronger than any silly spell.

Does this smack of magic to you? Because allow me to inform you, my handsome young prince, that this be not enchantment – it be work!" With that I hurled my slipper at him, not caring if I caused his decapitation. (I did not.) Marshalling what little dignity I yet possessed, I stomped down the corridor – challenging indeed with one shoe – and around the corner.

According to Montagne legend, the mountain has forever been the abode of giants. Long ago a traveling pair of sorcerers, husband and wife, scaled the cliff into the valley, and the woman cured the giants' chilblains with ointments and the gift of fire. In gratitude, the giants built Chateau de Montagne out of the living rock of Ancienne, and from that castle the couple founded the kingdom of Montagne, using their magic to shield the country and its people from harm.

Lord Frederick had been a stalwart member of the Montagne court since at least the time of my grandfather; this I knew. Even more, he had the marvellous ability to pull peppermint drops from my ears, which used to entertain me for hours.

Never put your faith in a Prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a Witch.

Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all.

Hats have power. Hats can change you into someone else.