Quotes About Magic

Jennifer Lynn Barnes

She closed her eyes. Said the four most comforting words she knew: "Once upon a time." An incantation.

Katherine believed that when the work was going well things just fell into place, as if by magic. It was the artist's job to open herself up, let herself be guided to whatever the next step might be.

The truth was, he believed he was the luckiest man on earth to have these two for a wife and daughter—it was like getting to live with fairies or mermaids, some breathtakingly beautiful creatures he was not meant to understand fully.

Young Reverend Ayers looks at a lake and sees only his own reflection in it; that is what God is to him. He does not see the creatures that live down deep, the dragonflies that hover, the frog on the lily pad." Auntie's face was full of pity and scorn as she shook her head and spat tobacco juice again. "His heart and mind are closed to the true beauty of the lake, the place where all its magic lies.

What if things happened to you—special, magic things—because you'd been preparing for them?

I am the best dancer ever. I am a superstar. The shoes are magic. My feet are magic. I am magic.

Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -

Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?

I have one final hope, If I get double sixes, maybe he will change his mind, come back to me. As if to cast a magic spell, I blow on the dice just as Dex did...Just as it happened with our first roll, one die lands before its mate. On a six! I hold my breath. For a brief second, I see a mess of dots, and think I have boxcars again. I kneel, staring at the second die. It is onle a five. I have rolled an eleven, It is as if someone is mocking me, saying, Close, but no dice.

Are stories true? ... They're magic, they're not about real people walking around today. So they're fake? No, no. Stories are a different kind of true.

What started Baby Jesus growing in Mary's tummy was an angel zoomed down, like a ghost but a really cool one with feathers. Mary was all surprised, she said, How can this be? and then, OK let it be. When Baby Jesus popped out of her vagina on Christmas she put him in a manger but not for the cows to chew, only to warm him up with their blowing because he was magic.

I was beautiful, or so my father told me. My oval mirror showed me a face with nothing written on it. I had suitors aplenty but wanted none of them: their doggish devotion seemed too easily won. I had an appetite for magic, even then. I wanted something improbably and perfect as a red rose just opening.

I tried to remember what it was the old ones used to sprinkle on us children at Halloween in the part of the country where Tim and I had grown up.

Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Man has subdued bodies, but all the power on earth has been unable to subdue love. Man has conquered whole nations, but all his armies could not conquer love. …Love has the magic power to make of a beggar a king. Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere. In freedom it gives itself unreservedly, abundantly, completely.

When do you suppose we could go up the Faraway Tree?' Frannie kept asking. 'Oh, do let's go, Joe.

The Enchanted Wood

Watzisname, where are Silky and Moon-Face?

myself! I'm pretty good at a spot of conjuring

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n'est-ce pas

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