Quotes About Magic

I didn't really remember that the sea was so blue and the roads so red and the wood nooks so wild and fairy haunted. Yes, the fairies still abide here. I vow I could find scores of them under the violets in Rainbow Valley.

Anne always liked to get up early and catch that mystical half-hour before sunrise when the world belongs to the fairies and the old gods.

There is such a place as fairyland—but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way.

it's delightful when your imaginatios come true, isn't it?

Oh, daddy, by what witchcraft have you coaxed that sulky rose-bush into bloom?' 'No witchcraft at all - it just bloomed because you were coming home, baby,' said her father.

Wouldn't it be lovely, Miss Shirley, if some one could just wave a wand and make everybody beautiful? she said wistfully. Just fancy my feelings, Miss Shirley, if I suddenly fould myself beautiful! But then....with a sigh...if we were all beauties who would do the work? Anne of Windy Poplars

Anne, on her way to Orchard Slope, met Diana, bound for Green Gables, just where the mossy old log bridge spanned the brook below the Haunted Wood, and they sat down by the margin of the Dryad's Bubble, where tiny ferns were unrolling like curly-headed green pixy folk wakening up from a nap.

Fakat hayaller diyar?nda dolaÅŸaca?? zaman oraya tek ba??na gitmesi gerektiÄŸini uzun zaman önce öÄŸrenmiÅŸti. Oraya giden yol, en sevdiÄŸi arkada??n?n bile Anne'i takip edemeyeceÄŸi, büyülü bir yoldu.

But I can't believe in fairies myself, protested Emily sorrowfully. I wish I could. But you are a fairy yourself

It's lovely in the woods now. All the little wood things—the ferns and the satin leaves and the crackerberries—have gone to sleep, just as if somebody had tucked them away until spring under a blanket of leaves. I think it was a little gray fairy with a rainbow scarf that came tiptoeing along the last moonlight night and did it.

The Wizard of Oz." "No, no, no," said Sophie. She quickly

Psi and/or magical powers, if real, are nearly useless.

I'll have to get over this sooner or later, Louis thought. Why not now? A friend had taught him this cantrip, this bit of magic for recovering from shock or grief. Sometimes it worked.

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Laura Esquivel

For whatever reason, I made the Goblin Queen nervous. Kurag had proposed marriage once upon a time, but I think it was desire for sidhe magic in the goblin bloodline more than true desire for me. Oh, Kurag would fuck me if I'd let him, but that wasn't much of a compliment. Kurag would probably have fucked anything if it held still long enough.

Just what I needed—a necromancer with an attitude. Oh, wait, I was a necromancer with an attitude.

but there were no faerie godmothers. There were only mothers and grandmothers, and there was no magic wand to wave over a person's heart and make it all better. The fairy tales lied. ...Fucking Brothers Grimm.

I looked up at Ellen and her not-glowing pentagram. Harm none is the rule, Ellen: bad witch, no cookie.

Magic, if that was the right word, often rises and falls on your own belief in your abilities. I've seen very powerful people completely crippled by self-doubt.

It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Out last chance is a cat's magic sight. We are doomed.

I am an animator. I am the Executioner. But now I know I'm something else. The one thing my Grandmother Flores feared most. I am a necromancer. The dead are my specialty.

Jsem ožoživovatelka. Jsem Poprav?í. Ale te? vím, že jsem také nÄ›co jiného. To, ?eho se babi?ka Flores nejvíc bála. Jsem nekromantka. Mrtví jsou moje silná stránka.