Quotes About Magic

Something magical has happened to me: like a dream when one feels frightened and creepy, and suddenly wakes up to the knowledge that no such terrors exist. I have wakened up.

Y es que, como ya apuntó hace años Arthur C. Clarke, autor de 2001: una odisea del espacio, un pueblo poco desarrollado no podrá distinguir nunca cualquier tecnología superior de la magia. Qué gran verdad.

Amar los toros es, cada tarde, eso de las cinco, creer en los Reyes Magos e ir a su encuentro

At all costs the true world of childhood must prevail, must be restored; that world whose momentous, heroic, mysterious quality is fed on airy nothings, whose substance is so ill-fitted to withstand the brutal touch of adult inquisition.

I must say this now about that first fire. It was magic. Out of dead tinder and grass and sticks came a live warm light. It cracked and snapped and smoked and filled the woods with brightness. It lighted the trees and made them warm and friendly. It stood tall and bright and held back the night.

Germania hitlerist? dresa ?i domina instinctele s?lbatice ale omului ?i punea în slujba ei toat? magia pe care o pot genera noaptea, t?cerea ?i fr??ia de sânge.

I had recourse to magic, that is, to a kind of deliberate predisposition, an intuitive complicity with nature.

But there was one thing he actually did believe in that bordered on the magical, or at least the beyond-pedestrian, and that was the duty a writer owed to a story.

Occasionally we will be overwhelmed, but mostly we will be enchanted.

I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

Only the magic and the dream are true — all the rest's a lie.

Garden season deepened. The lantern flies winked and blinked. Poppies flaunted their scarlet robes. Ants feasted in the peonies, and protected them from invaders. The pear tree blossomed. Lavender sensed her mother's presence, just past the first layer of fragrant air. In the parlor, the harp stood, silent, as before. But its silence didn't grieve Lavender. Its magic had wintered her through part of the journey that brought her to where she was now.

magic that's marginally maternal, but entirely female.

Cinema is the most beautiful fraud in the world.

A witch, a term created by those with no concept of what I am, is nothing more than an ordinary person with an extraordinary capability. We're just like everyone else."

The moonlight had turned the gardens into a fairyland, magnificent and mysterious.

I love you. Witchy, itchy, or otherwise.

Yeah, but you never told me why." "It reminds me of my grandmother," I admit. "We'd watch those old reruns one after another. Bewitched was her favorite." "Not

Fine," said Khadgar, looking at the books. "I'll just sit here and figure out how to tame an hourglass.

Not all magic is fireworks and fanfare. Sometimes magic is quiet and sneaks up on you. An illusion is what needs all the bells and whistles to make itself appear grander than it really is, which is just a trick that can be explained.

Let me assure you doubters?there really is a Santa Claus. I learned from working on this book that you don't need to go to the North Pole to find him. It's only necessary to look into your own heart.

I've seen a lot of movies where a kid my age finds out he's got magical powers and then gets invited to go away to some special school. Well, if I've got an invitation coming, now would be the perfect time to get it

The ocean was magical to her, its depths and mysteries were boundless, its call irresistible.

In Bottletown, even our tears flicker like jewels.