Quotes About Magic

I think magic is very related to happiness. So it is not there all the time, but there are beautiful moments of magic in everyone's life.

Magic is not always serious or solemn. It is a joyous celebration and merging with the life-force.

But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don't think it's in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.

A kind of golden hour one remembers for a life time... Everything was touched with magic.

Everyone does magic all the time in different ways. "Life" plus "significance" = magic.

Life continues in lots of places, and life is a magical thing.

If I had influence with the good fairy... I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life.

Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles.

If we believe in magic, we'll live a magical life.

We shouldn't be afraid to embrace whimsy, that nagging idea that life could be magical; it could be special if we were only willing to take a few risks.

When you start writing the magic comes when the characters seem to take on a life of their own and write the words for themselves.

Some things cannot be explained. This is part of the magic of life. There cannot be a word or an idea or a definition attached to everything.

I feel like I just walked through the back of the wardrobe and into Narnia.

You're almost never willing to agree with me; that's not what I mean. I mean the latter. You're the one who claims religion is nonsense." "I used to say the same about magic, too, and look where it got me.

But in those days, I thought that by believing in magic and miracles, by believing hard enough, harder than anyone on earth, I would be made witness to the sublime. And so, what I was doing on the rooftop was praying. I was praying for the gift of flight, for the black umbrella and the hidden angels to aid me.

Helping to match people to the book that would change their life, or make them fall in love, or get over a love affair gone wrong. And for the children, she could show them where to dive into a crocodile-infested river, or fly through the stars, or open the door of a wardrobe...

She led him up through the now silent garden of the hotel, its fairy lights sparkling among the trees, the revellers inside, or gone home to bed. The early roses gave out their spring scent along with the perfume of bluebells in the deeper grass. And she led him to the sturdy tree trunk, both of them under a spell, a cloud of summer nights and dancing and laughter and music.

That's not a telephone," he said. "It's a magic wand hell-bent on destroying the world. But you call it what you want. Magic waves, blah blah blah.

Smirking, he says, "Whatever spell you just tried to cast on me, it didn't work, so I think you need to go back to Hogwarts.

That's when I see him. Peter Kavinsky, walking down the hallway. Like magic. Beautiful, dark-haired Peter. He deserves background music, he looks so good.

Like snow globes, you shake them up, and for a moment everything is upside down and glitter everywhere and it's just like magic - but then it all settles and goes back to where it's supposed to be.

Baking calms me; it's stabilizing. It's what I do when I don't want to think about anything hard. It is an activity that requires very little from you- you just follow the directions, and then at the end you have created something. From ingredients to an actual dessert. It's like magic. Poof, deliciousness.

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer.

From ingredients to an actual dessert. It's like magic. Poof, deliciousness.