Quotes About Magic

Magic is Wisdom in Transit, for there's no black or white Magic. Its just Wisdom in Transit.

It is not true, by the way, that mermaids do not exist. I know at least one personally. I have held her hand.

WEDDINGS ARE USUALLY THOUGHT OF AS fairytale times when Real Life is momentarily suspended.

Over the centuries, people have placed a wall around such mastery. They have called it genius and have thought of it as inaccessible. They have seen it as the product of privilege, inborn talent, or just the right alignment of the stars. They have made it seem as if it were as elusive as magic. But that wall is imaginary.

Children are the only people who accept a mood of wonderment, who are ready to welcome a perfect miracle at any hour of the day or night. Only a child can entertain an angel unawares, or to meet Sir Launcelot in shining armor on a moonlit road.

By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river chatted to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.

You have enchanted me with a single kiss Which can never be undone Until the destruction of language

The wild magic does a lot of things it shouldn't in this reservation.

Even Magic has its limits' -Malcolm from TRIO Book one Heroes

Raistlin, watching, said breathily, "Remember, Caramon, shaken, not stirred.

Nici c-ai putea sa socotesti acele luni ce-i stralucesc/pe acoperisuri/Sau miile de sori splendizi ce i se ascund pe dupa ziduri./

Uh... , Ivy stammered, and I glanced up to see her eyes wide in consideration. I'm kidding, I said. It passed the lethal-amulet test, remember? Not that. You keep it in your underwear drawer? I hesitated, wondering why I was embarrassed. Well, where do you put your elven magic? I asked.

But he's Rachel Candy! -Both Jenks and Al

Making a spell is easy. It's trusting you did it right that's hard.

Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles. "Thank you, Rachel," he said, carefully reaching for my hand as Trent stiffened. "Welcome back, my itchy witch.

His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine.

I'm your worst nightmare come to walk this side of the lines. I'm an elf, Trent something you're forgotten how to be. You're scared of black magic. I can see fear shimmering under your aura like sweat. I live and breathe black magic. I'm so tainted with it that I will use it without thought, without guilt and without hesitation.

Jenks squinted at me, and when Trent nodded, the pixy gestured sourly to Bis to get on with it. A four inch man ruled us all.

Jenks, you can fly me up the rest of the way to Trent, and then pow! I give Trent his statue. Pow, you'll be naked! Jenks exclaimed. (Rachel and Jenks)

Tinks titties Rache Jenks

That's how pixies know we're in love," he said as he folded his dragonfly-like wings and wiggled out of his red jacket, wincing as something pulled. "If the girl has glow, she won't say no.

How could someone with a bloody rag around their arm look that confident? Because he could sing someone to death?

He grinned. "That's because pixies are ever-after. We're magic, baby. Just ask Matalina.

This is a witchocracy, not a democracy. Clear?