Quotes About Magic

Show a little faith there is magic in the night. You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright, and that's alright with me.

Magic is the divinity of man achieved in union with faith.

Have a little faith in my magic fingers

Sometimes you can't explain what you see in a person. It's just the way they take you to a place where no one else can.

The most fantastic, magical things can happen, and it all starts with a wish. -Jiminy Cricket

When I look into your eyes I get this magic feeling and I know I'm looking at my soulmate.

I love you, just three little words, but the moment I say them the whole world changes like magic, and today I'm going to say them to you...

Being with you, takes me on a magical trip daily. There's never a dull time when am with you my love. Every second, minute, hour, day spent with you is spent in happiness. I love you so much, I mean words can't even explain how much I love you, my love for you is infinite. Love you always baby.

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.

The magic of true love is the ignorance that it will last forever.

Miracles happen to those who believe in them.

Focus on the powerful, euphoric, magical, synchronistic, beautiful parts of life, and the universe will keep giving them to you.

Witchcraft transforms the world. He wanted only to join in.

At least, I thought in those early days, once I cast a spell, I would not have to learn it again. But even that was not true.

A word of power." "Will you teach it to me?" "Sorcery cannot be taught. You find it yourself, or you do not.

It was a little like spell-work, I thought, for your hands must be busy, and your mind sharp and free.

Our goddess of the moon is gifted with magic, with power over the dead. She could banish the dreams, if she wished.

Come, I have fed you well. Will you tell me your names?" They looked up. Their eyes darted like ferrets to their leader. He rose, the bench scraping on the stone. "Tell us yours first." There was something in his voice. I almost said it then, the spell-word that would send them to sleep. But even after all the years that had passed, there was a piece of me that still only spoke what I was bid. "Circe," I answered.

Let me say what sorcery is not: it is not divine power, which comes with a thought and a blink. It must be made and worked, planned and searched out, dug up, dried, chopped and ground, cooked, spoken over, and sung. Even after all that, it can fail, as gods do not. If my herbs are not fresh enough, if my attention falters, if my will is weak, the draughts go stale and rancid in my hands.

I could have cast an illusion over the island to keep them away, I had the power to do it.

Oh, tell her some of them! I think Circe would appreciate the witchcraft. What about the hundred girls who died while you heaved over them?

A moment passed, and I looked at her stained hands on the table before me. "And? Are you going to tell me? How goes your witchery?" She smiled her inward smile. "You were right. It is mostly will. Will and work.

This wash is excellent, what is it?" "Thistle, artemisia, celery, sulfur. Magic.

Lass ihn ein Held sein. Du bist etwas anderes. - Und was soll das sein? - Eine Hexe, antwortete ich. Mit grenzenloser Macht. Die nur sich selbst zur Rechenschaft verpflichtet ist.