Quotes About Magic

Espelho? Esse vazio cristalizado que tem dentro de si espaço para se ir para sempre em frente sem parar: pois espelho é o espaço mais fundo que existe. E é coisa mágica: quem tem um espelho quebrado já poderia ir com ele meditar no deserto. Ver-se a si mesmo é extraordinário. Como um gato de dorso arrepiado, arrepio-me diante de mim. Do deserto também voltaria vazia, iluminada e translúcida, e com o mesmo silêncio vibrante de um espelho.

Here's the best thing about being a writer: it's like having a magic wand to make whatever you want happen to imaginary people in a made-up world. Here's the worst thing about being a writer: it makes you wish even more that you had a magic wand to make whatever you want happen to actual people in your own real life" -Autumn

I'm in this relationship for the capes and castles.

The fairies have washed their linen in the water of your dress.

emblem. The meditator would place his head between his knees and whisper hymns and repeat the name of a magic emblem. Repetition of the magic emblem was used as the object to dwell upon and would chase away distractions and cause the "demons and hostile angels to flight." A state of ecstasy was reached, which Gershom G. Scholem, a scholar of Jewish mysticism, has described as "an attitude of deep self-oblivion.

If you desire truly to live you will cease trying to find magic tricks and short-cuts to life and learn the simple laws of being, and order your life in conformity with these. Realign your life with the laws of nature—this and this alone constitutes living to live.

It was as if all of the happiness, all of the magic of this blissful hour had flowed together into these stirring, bittersweet tones and flowed away, becoming temporal and transitory once more.

You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.

He heard the opening being shut like a trap, and his heart almost stopped beating, for this was the Fairies' home…

Cogswhallop glanced skeptically at the complex runes. "Are you sure this'll work, gen'ral?" "Of course I'm sure-" Ping. The silvery note echoed in the cramped room. Makenna felt her face turn scarlet.

The king squeezes his shoulder. There is a new magic in the royal touch. It transmits a vision, a vision of what England could be. You imagine the city of London in the days when prophets walk its streets, when angels cluster on gable ends; you look up as you leave your house, hearing their strong wingbeats in the air.

Make a wish," said Indigo. Rose made a wish and then asked, "Why?" "That's what I always do. Wish on the moving ones." "Does it matter how fast they move?" "I don't think so." "Can you wish on airplanes, too?" "Oh, yes.

You surely won't turn him into a frog?" asked the Queen. (For this had been known to happen in royal families before.) "Certainly not!" said the Dust Grey Fairy. "I'm sure he would enjoy it, lurking around the lily leaves waiting to be kissed, but he would learn no manners at all!" "Nor send him to sleep for a hundred years?" "That's for girls only," said the Dust Grey Fairy. "Boys are lazy enough as it is." "True, true," admitted the Queen.

MURRY: I believe in a lot of things. Santa Claus, magic, vampires, and even ghosts but I don't believe in luck. Good or bad.

For if a man by magical arts and sacrifices will bring down the moon, and darken the sun, and induce storms, or fine weather, I should not believe that there was anything divine, but human, in these things, provided the power of the divine were overpowered by human knowledge and subjected to it.

Breaking things is a specialty of everyone in Fairy Tail

My comrades are alive right now!! The Exceeds are alive too!! Whether they've got magic or not, the important thing is that they're alive! These are lives, dammit!

Do fairies have tails? More than that, do fairies even exist? Nobody knows for sure. So this guild is like them, an eternal mystery, an eternal adventure.

What's the point of magic to begin with... if I can't use it to protect my friends?

But what's important isn't the Magic, it's the heart of the wielder who uses it.

Stellar Spirits are not "Shields".

The curse is broken. The king is returned." He's every bit as terrifying as any serpent. I don't care. I run into his arms. Cardan's fingers dig into my back. He's trembling, and whether it is from ebbing magic or horror, I am not sure. But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world.

Once upon a time, there was a human girl stolen away by faeries, and because of that, she swore to destroy them.

I stand in front of my window and imagine myself a fearless knight, imagine myself a witch who hid her heart in her finger and then chopped her finger off.