Quotes About Magic

but I have always known that if there is magic in this world, it is contained in books.

Poetry's got a really particular kind of magic. It brings together storytelling, music,lyric,really deep intense feeling, it just seems like a really irresistible concoction to me.

A spell perhaps?" The prince wrinkled his face as though it physically hurt him to think and ask questions.

In fact . . ." Millie was saying as she reached into the little bag she always carried on her shoulder. She pulled out a small book. It was bound in black felt, with pink and blue feathers around the edges and Orphalese Oracle spelled out in fancy letters along the spine. "If I remember right, this year is even more special.

The sky sparkled with dancing colors.

My inner world was as vast, unlimited, and enchanted as any fairy tale.

Oh yeah? How about M'Lin the cursed?

alas, raising a young lady is a mystery even beyond an enchanter's skill.

Love is such a magic thing. It can make you feel like you're floating in the clouds without a trouble in the world.

There in seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen, And left the tale half told. Ah! who shall lift that wand of magic power, And the lost clew regain? The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower Unfinished must remain!

I have a passion for the name of "Mary," For once it was a magic sound to me, And still it half calls up the realms of fairy, Where I beheld what never was to be.

The power of Thought,--the magic of the Mind!

The power of thought is the magic of the mind.

Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim

To him the magic of their mysteries; To him the book of Night was opened wide, And voices from the deep abyss revealed A marvel and a secret. —Be it so.

To him the magic of their mysteries; To him the book of Night was opened wide, And voices from the deep abyss revealed A marvel and a secret. —Be it so." ? Lord Byron

And you that sought for magic in your youth but desire it not in your age, know that there is a blindness of spirit which comes from age, more black than the blindness of eye, making a darkness about you across which nothing may be seen, or felt, or known, or in any way apprehended.

What could she do who would not cast away magic and leave the home that an ageless day had endeared to her while centuries were withering like leaves upon earthly shores, whose heart was yet held by those little tendrils of Earth, which are strong enough, strong enough?

This is the root of magic and science, life's response to uncertainties. Magic runs to the beginnings of life because life is a gift and uncertain.

words were like magic, like ancient runes, symbols, that, if you knew how to unlock and decode them, conjured stories—people and pictures in your mind.

She prefers to just return home to a sparkling-clean house and believe the house fairies have been there. That's what her mom always called the cleaning service when Daisy was little. House fairies.

For it was there, among the fanciful beasts, under all the glimmering stars in the clear night sky, and amidst a sprinkling of pink rose petals that the Duke and Duchess of Belmore made magic.

So if there was a Santa Claus, what would you ask him for?" he asked. You, she nearly said. She'd want him for Christmas and no take backs.

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