Quotes About Magic

And as much as I'd like to believe there's a truth beyond illusion, I've come to believe that there's no truth beyond illusion. Because, between 'reality' on the one hand, and the point where the mind strikes reality, there's a middle zone, a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and all magic.

Lyra, Cassiopeia the queen, whiplash Scorpius with the twin stings in his tail, all the friendly childhood patterns that had twinkled me to sleep from the glow-in-the-dark planetarium stars on my bedroom ceiling back in New York. Now, transfigured - cold and glorious like deities with their disguises flung off - it was as if they'd flown through the roof and into the sky to assume their true, celestial homes.

That's the first law of magic, Specs. Misdirection. Never forget it.

We belonged together; there was a dream rightness and magic to it, inarguable; the thought of her flooded every corner of my mind with light and poured brightness into miraculous lofts I hadn't even known were there, vistas that seemed to exist not at all except in relationship to her.

Anyways, the secret is, always fix their attention *away* from where the slippery stuff's going on. That's the first law of magic, Specs. Misdirection. Never forget it.

It's the place where reality strikes the ideal, where a joke becomes serious and anything serious is a joke. The magic point where every idea and its opposite are equally true.

And as much as I'd like to believe there's a truth beyond illusion, Ive come to believe that there's no truth beyond illusion. Because, between 'reality' on the one hand, and the point where the mind strikes reality, there's a middle zone, a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and all magic.

Because, between 'reality' on the one hand, and the point where the mind strikes reality, there's a middle zone, a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and all magic.

I've come to believe that there's no truth beyond illusion. Because, between 'reality' on the one hand, and the point where the mind strikes reality, there's a middle zone, a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and all magic. And—I would argue as well—all love.

Do little pink fairies sing and dance in your world, Peabody?" "Sometimes, when it's very quiet and no one else can see.

There was so much time that marvelous summer. Day after day, mist rose from the meadow as the sky lightened and hedges, barns and woods took shape until, at last, the long curving back of the hills lifted away from the Plain. It was a sort of stage-magic.

If you believe in magic,' I (Kate) said. 'If it exists,' said Joanna, 'it doesn't matter a toss whether you believe in it or not.

Whenever a child says "I don't believe in fairies" there's a little fairy somewhere that falls right down dead.

When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.

Do you believe in fairies? If you believe clap your hands. Don't let Tinker die.

My children are magical creatures and I love them to death.

I am bound to you by love, the most magical spell of all, which instead of quickly fading can grow more powerful over time." She couldn't help smiling at him. "You're trying to distract me, aren't you?" Alain nodded. "Unsuccessfully, it appears.

When Arthur Weasley has to enter a number into the telephone box to get into the Ministry of Magic, he dials '62442'. Press the buttons on your cellphone spelling the word 'Magic' and see what you get...

Lord of the Rings!

All technology, for example, is magic to a primitive.

All magic means is a line between knowledge and ignorance,

Magic is doing something the other guy can't do. We haven't learned how to do it yet, so it's magic. When we learn how and understand it, it's science.

There are no superstitions but those you invent

Mischief moves somewhere near and I must blast it with my magic.