Quotes About Magic

It was like watching two unicorns fucking, he told her. All glitter and jizz.

This penetrating vocabulary of initiatory acts, the infectiousness of the unconflicted person, priority magic, and so on allows us to understand more subtly the dynamics of group sadism, the utter equanimity with which groups kill. It is not just that father permits it or orders it. It is more: the magical heroic transformation of the world and of oneself. This is the illusion that man craves, as Freud said, and that makes the central person so effective a vehicle for group emotion.

I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris, that the other thing started again.

He felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet, making an alliance against death with him.

Let us sleep," he said, and he felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet, making an alliance against death with him, and he said, "Sleep well, little long rabbit.

There are always mystical countries that are a part of one's childhood. Those we remember and visit sometimes when we are asleep and dreaming. They are as lovely at night as they were when we were children. If you ever go back to see them they are not there. But they are as fine in the night as they ever were if you have the luck to dream of them.

Há sempre países mágicos que fazem parte da nossa infância. Os que nos vêm à memória e que visitamos quando dormimos e sonhamos. São tão maravilhosos à noite como quando eramos crianças. Se alguma vez voltamos para os ver, desvanecem-se. Mas à noite não perdem nada da antiga beleza se tivermos a sorte de sonhar com eles

We are all looking for, but we find what we are looking for only by being looked for. We find miracle only when we stop looking for magic.

One gift the fairies gave me ... the love of books, the magic key that opens the enchanted door.

Andrew Mayne

it was magic to feel you had things to say and people to say them to, and a gentle fog of contentment filled the bar...

I didn't want, "Healing magic didn't seem like a priority," to be my final words.

And there is no realer man than I," Vanniv replied with a nod. "Excepting for the fact that I am a magically created copy of the original Vanniv, of course, and thus completely fake.

Mages, unsurprisingly, loved researching new and exciting ways to explode things just as much as anyone else. I

She glanced at each of us, then back toward Patrick. "Is there someone just giving out legendary magical swords to children? Because I'm fairly certain I recognize all three of those.

Is there someone just giving out legendary magical swords to children? Because I'm fairly certain I recognize all three of those.

That activated the Ring Formerly Known as the Ring of Derek Controlling, which

I don't know why I have a pattern of running into hand-destroying situations, but that seems to be my lot in life. Maybe I need to figure out how to make magical prosthetics. I should research that later.

But then there's a moment like tonight, a profound and transcendent experience, the feeling as if a door has opened, and it's all because of that instrument, that incredible, magical instrument.

A world between my fingers.

Ka?dy sen, ten czarowny i pi?kny, zbyt d?ugo ?niony zamienia si? w koszmar. A z takiego budzimy si? z krzykiem.

For there are some… things… which there is no way of obtaining, even by magic. And there are gifts which may not be accepted, if one is unable to… reciprocate them… with something equally precious. Otherwise such a gift will slip through the fingers, melt like a shard of ice gripped in the hand. Then only regret, the sense of loss and hurt will remain…

The young sorceress would become attractive because the prestige of her profession demanded it. The result was pseudo-pretty women with the angry and cold eyes of ugly girls. Girls who couldn't forget their ugliness had been covered by the mask of magic only for the prestige of their profession.

Remember," she repeated, "magic is Chaos, Art and Science. It is a curse, a blessing and progress. It all depends on who uses magic, how they use it, and to what purpose. And magic is everywhere. All around us. Easily accessible. It is enough to stretch out one's hand. See? I'm stretching out my hand.