Quotes About Magic

Edges are magic, too; there's a kind of forbidden magic on the borders of things, always a ceremony of crossing over, even if we ignore it or are unaware of it.

It feels a little dangerous, to be so close to fairy tale.

The slightness of it gestures against the odds. It is like a magic spell.

The words had acted like a charm. They'd released it all, in seconds. They'd made everything happening stand just far enough away. &emsp It was nothing less than magic. &emsp Who needs a passport? &emsp Who am I? Where am I? What am I? &emsp I'm reading.

The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.

this apocalyptic need for magic

I have no needs. No country, no continent, no hope. I sit in blackness where I once lived. In magic, the only force I recognize. What is it? a face cries, skittering away. All that's left, I reply

and working with the same bewitched slightly off-hand look as the sea

The magic in any art is not only in its technique but in its authenticity. Truth in its rawest form is what resonates most powerfully.

she fell asleep wondering if turning frogs into princes could be learned. Or do you have to be born royalty?

Ik geloof het niet. Mamba is gewoon een oude man. Er is niets magisch aan, aan die droogte. Het weer wordt geregeerd door de lucht, door de zon en de wolken... niet door hem. - Bloem-van-de-droogte

Deze hier heeft nooit ontzag voor me gehad, nooit! Maar wees op je hoede, droogbloem, of ik zal je laten verwelken. Dan hou ik de regen tegen. Ja, ja... als ik me kwaad maak, dan kan ik hem zelfs nu nog wegjagen, dan valt er helemaal niets!' 'Dan hou je het maar tegen. Laat maar eens zien wat je kunt. Tot nu toe hebben we alleen maar mooie praatjes gehoord. Laat je magische kunsten maar zien.

Dood haar!' gilde de tovenaar en hij wees naar Bloem-van-de-droogte.

Verwonderd legde Bloem-van-de-droogte haar hand op de dikke leeuwenmanen en het enorme dier liet zich door haar liefkozen. De verslagen tovenaar vluchtte met een woedende kreet het luipaard achterna. De rest van de stam stond als aan de grond genageld te kijken hoe zij de leeuw over zijn kop streelde, en dacht er niet aan om te vluchten.

Many forgotten things live still in children's tales.

A good story was a form of communication, mind to mind, spirit to spirit. It sent life sparking from stranger to stranger, across space, decades and centuries. Human sympathy -- human attention -- had magic in it. Any real story fizzed with sympathy -- the writer's and reader's -- across time, over rows of typographical marks; those low boundary fences of the imagination, hurdled.

There is no real teacher who in practice does not believe in the existence of the soul, or in a magic that acts on it through speech.

Oh, where is the Fairy Godmother of explanations when you need her?

Sweet peas were the kind of flowers fairies slept in.

A mother's love is the purest form of magic; a selfless masterpiece that knows no boundaries, defies all odds and endures all obstacles and challenges; it's a love painted with sacrifice, unrivalled dedication and unmatched devotion. Motherhood is indeed an act of unwavering faith and limitless optimism in the future wellbeing of a child - Aloo Denish

Par le bois du Djinn où s'entasse de l'effroi Parle ! Bois du gin ou cent tasses de lait froid

Then suddenly I wasn't standing frozen in some dim and dank room hidden away at the back of an inn, I was thundering back along the twisting passages, Raphe Wymer forgotten, Francis Heron forgotten, magic mirrors, supernatural apparitions and strange, alarming visions forgotten, driven out by the one imperative thought forcing me on: find Celia and get her to safety.

He shot across the dark and dank room and gently lowered her slight body, which seemed to weigh almost nothing, until she stood with her back to the wall, as he called a shield of water to block her from any danger.

Your magic is unbalanced without the soul-meld