Quotes About Magic

Where the goblin world and its assaults were banished and there was nothing but possibility

the way he spoke was magical, but after a while even his voice began to grate and he began to remind me of the colors of the walls in the hotel rooms in which he stayed...

If one accepted magic, curses, even fate, could one be sure one's feelings were real and not influenced by unseen forces. ~ Oliver Leighton, Earl of Norcroft

The really magical things are the ones that happen right in front of you. A lot of the time you keep looking for beauty, but it is already there. And if you look with a bit more intention, you see it.

To reverse Arthur C. Clarke's famous adage about magic, any sufficiently familiar technology is indistinguishable from nature.

In the 18th century we knew how everything was done, but here I rise through the air, I listen to voices in America, I see men flying- but how is it done? I can't even begin to wonder. So my belief in magic returns.

I want to raise up the magic world all round me and live strongly and quietly there.

I discovered in nature the non utilitarian delights that I sought in art. Both were a form of magic, both were a game of intricate enchantment and deception.

The crickets kept crepitating; from time to time there came a sweet whiff of burning juniper; and above the black alpestrine steppe, above the silken sea, the enormous, all-engulfing sky, dove-gray with stars, made one's head spin, and suddenly Martin again experienced a feeling he had known on more than one occasion as a child: an unbearable intensification of all his senses, a magical and demanding impulse, the presence of something for which alone it was worth living.

before picking up the spilled diamonds, she locked the door and embraced him, weeping — the touch of her skin and silk was all the magic of life, but why does everybody greet me with tears?

I am convinced, however, that in a certain magic and fateful way Lolita began with Annabel.

In order to bask in that magic a wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle even though we must keep a little aloof, a little detached when reading. Then with a pleasure which is both sensual and intellectual we shall watch the artist build his castle of cards and watch the castle of cards become a castle of beautiful steel and glass.

When I try to analyze my own cravings, motives, actions and so forth, I surrender to a sort of retrospective imagination which feeds the analytic faculty with boundless alternatives and which causes each visualized route to fork and re-fork without end in the maddeningly complex prospect of my past. I am convinced, however, that in a certain magic and fateful way Lolita began with Annabel.

the conjurer had poured milk, molasses, foaming champagne into a young lady's new white purse; and lo, the purse was intact

To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute.

Literature is not a pattern of ideas but a pattern of images. Ideas do not matter much in comparison to a book's imagery and magic. The word, the expression, the image is the true function of literature. Not ideas.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

Yes", she said her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's exactly what I'm saying, in fact let's try sex again." She leaped to her feet and torn open her jeans. "Maybe my magic vagina will cure you of all the traumatic acts my family has inflected on you.

Instinct is the elusive magic that happens when art collides with hard-won craft.

What's the attraction, honey?' 'Ever since He raised my brother Lazarus from the grave, it's been magic between us!

A cleaner and wiser Fred Lemish now re-enters his Champion boxer shorts and leaves his Dinky Adams. In his garden. His beautiful magical garden

There is power in words. As workers of magick, we must believe this if we believe anything.

Our work-worn hands, our strong legs, our tree-trunk backs, our throats and mouths speaking spells, singing incantations, and screaming out warnings, our bodies and our stories and our ceaseless working, loving, fighting for remembrance of our past and hope for our future, the safety of our loved ones, the knowledge of our ways, all these have been the true magickal tools of our survival.

Femella can talk to creatures living and nonliving. She communes with the wee folk and the elfin. She knows the secrets of the untamed places. She believes, and because she believes, she can see.