Quotes About Magic

Love life seems to be that factor which requires the largest quantity of magical tinkering.

I'm aware of the mystery around us, so I write about coincidences, premonitions, emotions, dreams, the power of nature, magic.

She sowed in my mind the idea that reality is not only what we see on the surface; it has a magical dimension as well and, if we so desire, it is legitimate to enhance it and color it to make our journey through life less trying.

The very shape of our dreams defines us. We learn about the world and try out our thoughts and visions in them. Our dreams goad us and drive us and summon and sustain us and when we are old they comfort us. Magic is a kind of dream, and love is a dream, and hope is a dream. Without our dreams, there is no sweetness, no purpose to life.

I will start out this evening with an assertion: fantasy is a place where it rains.

Fantasy is a place where it rains.

y todo, hervidero de abejas, velos, nubes de humo, le parecía a Cosimo un encantamiento que aquel hombre trataba de suscitar para desaparecer de allí, borrarse, volar lejos, y luego, renacer siendo otro, o en otro tiempo, o en otro lugar. Pero era un mago de poca monta, porque reaparecía siempre igual, acaso chupándose una yema del dedo pinchada.

Messia, like a typical Sicilian storyteller, fills her narrative with color, nature, objects; she conjures up magic, but frequently bases it on realism, on a picture of the condition of the common people; hence her imaginative language, but a language firmly rooted in commonsensical speech and sayings.

Every animal, every object, every relationship took on beneficial or malign powers that came to be called magical powers but should, rather, have been called narrative powers, potentialities contained in the world, in its ability to link itself to other worlds on the plane of discourse.

A song says something to us that we can't hear in any other way. There is a kind of magic to it. Music does not simply soothe the savage breast, it reaches to our better nature, wouldn't we all agree?

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?

Perhaps the future belongs to magic, and it's we women who control magic.

The magic that works, to me, is the magic that feels completely grounded and real and tangible.

Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.

We did it, we bashed them wee Potter's the one, and Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun!

Music . . . . A magic beyond all we do here!

Why, dear boy, we don't send wizards to Azkaban just for blowing up their aunts.

You're a wizard, Harry.

Don't put your wand there, boy! ... Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!

Here lies Dobby, a free elf.

We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already.

J. K. Rowling

Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways.