Quotes About Magic

It all seems important. But then we step back and think about the specific people who will use our product, and what they'll need to accomplish to be successful. We distill that into a sentence or two. Then we carve away everything we don't need, and we're shocked at how small our viable solution really is. It's magic

En ese tiempo, un lunes era todos los lunes, las palabras se volvían mágicas, las gentes se desdoblaban en personajes incorpóreos y los paisajes se transmutaban en colores.

Supersticiosa, tocaba los objetos para comunicarse con el mundo aparente y cogía un libro o un salero como punto de apoyo para no caer en el vacío. Así establecía un fluido mágico entre la Isabel real y la Isabel irreal y se sentía consolada.

Nobody knows where it comes from, and nobody knows where it goes.' Love doesn't make sense most of the time and that's what's so wonderful about it.

You're something between a dream and a miracle.

Witch, scholar, poet, dreamer, and the rest...

The sun was shining, and there, right there on the side of the road, was a flower stand, a homemade wooden table covered with painted tins of lupine and cream-colored roses. For a few minutes on that sun-drenched road, I believed that God might be working her magic.

Hannah's magic cure for every ill," Nat had said. "Blueberry cake and a kitten." Kit smiled to see it working its charm on Prudence. But there was an invisible ingredient that made the cure unfailing. The Bible name for it was love.

Because the truth is, I believe that creativity is a force of enchantment—not entirely human in its origins.

The whole sphere of air that surrounds us, Alma, is alive with invisible attractions — electric, magnetic, fiery and thoughtful. There is a universal sympathy all around us… When we cease all argument and debate — both internal and external — our true questions can be heard and answered…That is the gathering of magic.

universe buries strange jewels deep within us all, and then stands back to see if we can find them. The hunt to uncover those jewels—that's creative living. The courage to go on that hunt in the first place—that's what separates a mundane existence from a more enchanted one. The often surprising results of that hunt—that's what I call Big Magic.

The universe buries strange jewels deep within us all, and then stands back to see if we can find them. The hunt to uncover those jewels—that's creative living. The courage to go on that hunt in the first place—that's what separates a mundane existence from a more enchanted one. The often surprising results of that hunt—that's what I call Big Magic.

The often surprising results of that hunt—that's what I call Big Magic.

By completely absorbing our attention for a short and magical spell, it can relieve us temporarily from the dreadful burden of being who we are. Best of all, at the end of your creative adventure, you have a souvenir—something that you made, something to remind you forever of your brief but transformative encounter with inspiration.

strange jewels deep within us all, and then stands back to see if we can find them. The hunt to uncover those jewels—that's creative living. The courage to go on that hunt in the first place—that's what separates a mundane existence from a more enchanted one. The often surprising results of that hunt—that's what I call Big Magic.

Marilynne Robinson calls "an overabundance that is magical." That magical overabundance?

Perhaps creativity's greatest mercy is this: By completely absorbing our attention for a short and magical spell, it can relieve us temporarily from the dreadful burden of being who we are.

What does being on the top have to do with vocation? What does it have to do with the pursuit of love? What does it have to do with the strange communion between the human and the magical? What does it have to do with faith? What does it have to do with the quiet glory of merely making things, and then sharing those things with an open heart and no expectations?

Come, Titania, your walnut-shell carriage awaits, drawn by dragonflies and coached by a tiny black beetle. Away will we to dance like dandelion fluff upon the wind!

The geologist, six years ago now, hadn't defied anything to climb the hill. He'd had his own powerful magic--the ordinary magic that extraordinarily interested people always have.

And when I'm with you, she said, I feel as if I were stuffed with—oh, with stars.

I am MerlinWho follow the Gleam.

The horns of Elfland faintly blowing.

Oh, grown-ups cannot understand, And grown-ups never will, How short the way to fairyland Across the purple hill.