Quotes About Magic

Robert Wilmott, ponderously firm and earnest, lacked imagination. To the passengers aboard the Morro Castle, however, he was a public-relations press release come true, a dream of what a liner captain should be. He epitomized the advertised enchanted world of a sea cruise, in which there is no death or danger, where the seams between reality and magic are always caulked.

I like fairy tales, and I like dreaming. I try to weave the reality into the dream.

City of Bright Moonlight.

Sir Beldevere: What makes you think she's a witch? Peasant 3: Well, she turned me into a newt! Sir Beldevere: A newt? Peasant 3: [meekly after a long pause] ... I got better. Crowd: [shouts] Burn her anyway!

She turned me into a newt. ... But I got better...

The mist hung in the air like a prancing unicorn.

Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings — stronger than old hapless gods. And they will be strong once again.

The creative process is beautiful and magical thing. Whether its a song, a radio story, or a novel, it all springs from the same place in the heart.

A family on the throne is an interesting idea," Walter Bagehot wrote in 1867. "It brings down the pride of sovereignty to the level of petty life." He warned, however, against too much exposure of the personal monarchy: "If you begin to poke about it, you cannot reverence it.… Its mystery is its life. We must not let in daylight upon magic.

Any technology that does not appear magical is insufficiently advanced.

All right, he thought, so the details were not perfect. But maybe, in a sense, that was part of the magic, too.

Les livres ont une singularité qui confine à la magie : ils sont un passeport pour l'ailleurs, une grande évasion.

Searching for that flash of inspiration, that moment, the magical moment: 'I've got it. I've got it. This is how we are going to win.

Only her master knew her true name, for in the Magic Kingdom to know a name was to own the being that carried it.

As a kid, I dreamed of having a house with secret passages and a room where it rained 24 hours a day

Yes. The metamorphosis had been successful. Actually, this body might prove to be a new favorite, although she'd taken many shapes in her immortal life. Change was in her nature. It was part of her magic and her favorite game.

The world we live in is a world of effects; the realm of true causes is hidden. If we should ever discover it we would be able to perform magic.

There is nothing mysterious about it at all. It is only magic and sorcery--kishuf--that frighten men; life itches and burns like a hairshirt, but the rays from the sun of the spiritual world are mild and warming.

But when a place has been an island the memory of water lingers, and of water magic, no matter how far away the sea may be, or how long ago it fell away. And

Is there sorcery involved when you love me here, or when we first meet in a public place?

Let yourself be enchanted in small ways.

It is easy to love and sing one's love. That is something I am extremely good at doing. Indeed, that is my art. But to be loved, that is true greatness. Being loved, letting oneself be loved, entering the magic and dreadful circle of generosity, receiving gifts, finding the right thank-you's, that is love's real work.

I believe in magic. Here's the magic. You're different. "You're beautiful everyday. "Always be real. Be you!

One moment, One look... One word... Can change everything like pure magic. Ain't life a sweet mystery!!.