Quotes About Magic

Now the screams were awful to hear as men burned like candles all along the deck. Black smoke billowed over the sea. Argurios could not believe what he was watching. At least fifty helpless men were dying in agony. One man managed to free himself and leap into the sea. Amazingly, when he surfaced the flames were still consuming him. All along the beach there was silence as the stunned crowd watched the magical fires burning the galley and it's crew.

The tree bark began to move, forming a face of wood.

The only writer of the Middle Ages to describe cryptography instead of just using it was Roger Bacon, the English monk of startlingly modern speculations. In his Epistle on the Secret Works of Art and the Nullity of Magic, written about the middle of the 1200s

The association of magic and cryptology was reinforced by other factors. Mysterious symbols were used in such esoteric fields as astrology and alchemy—where each planet and chemical had a special sign, like the circle and arrow for Mars—just as they were in cryptology. Like words in cipher, spells and incantations, such as "abracadabra," looked like nonsense but in reality were potent with hidden meanings.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.

Dispel, v. It was the way you said, "I have something to tell you." I could feel the magic drain from the room.

They defy gravity, as good books should.

Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.

As long as we can conjure, who needs anything else? As long as we can agree on the magical lie and be happy, what more is there to ask for? "I loved you from that moment on," I say. "I loved you from that moment on," you agree.

We are surrounded by so many books, so many words, so many thoughts... and not a single one can help us. I think, What's the point of all magic, if no one really knows how to use it? But I guess the same could be said about life.

Dash said, From the time I was a baby, my mom took me to the library at least once a week. Librarians were like Mary Poppins to me. They always knew how to match a book to my mood or to whatever I was going through at the time. I could always find peace in books. And escape. Escape sure. But it wasn't so much about getting away, as going to. You can go anywhere in a book. Books are adventure. Knowledge. Possibility. Magic.

Amber nods. "I once went out with a witch. It didn't end well." "What happened?" "I didn't get along with her cat.

As long as we can conjure, who needs anything else? As long as we can agree on the magical lie and be happy, what more is there to ask for?

What's the point of all this magic, if no one really knows how to use it? But I guess the same could be said about life. Which is another form of magic, only less showy.

It's like a fairy tale, and we're the shadows who are turning back into boys.

Siente lo que ya sabemos: lo sobrenatural es natural y lo maravilloso puede provenir del movimiento más mundano, como de un latido o una mirada.

Hace tiempo estuve saliendo con una bruja. No terminamos bien. —¿Qué pasó? —No me llevaba bien con su gato.

Maybe magic and love, together, can achieve what magic alone cannot.

I'm no more a wonder than anyone. And that's what makes the world magical. Every baby's a seed of wonder - that gets watered or it doesn't.

He said, if you allow yourself to be enchanted by the beauty to be seen in even ordinary things, then all things proved to be extraordinary.

The memory of my father is wrapped up in white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day of work. Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat, he drew love from his small body.

Because homeland is one of the magical fantasy words like unicorn and soul and infinity that have now passed into the language. And the particular magic of homeland, its particular spell over irie, was that it sounded like a beginning. The beginningest of beginnings. Like the first morning of Eden and the day after apocalypse. A blank page. (p.332)

I have an affinity for a lot of things that are kind of fairy-tale-ish and bookish.

In 'Bayou Magic,' I write about African goddess-mermaids who accompanied slaves to America.