Quotes About Magic

Siva laughed, and said, 'Let any man who enters this forest be turned into a woman

Flowers grow beneath her feet, but she is not dead at all. The years have not diminished the Rice Mother. I see her, fierce and magical. Stop despairing and call to her, and you will see, she will come bearing a rainbow of dreams.

We have everything we need to be happy but we aren't happy. Something is missing... It is not books you need, it's some of the things that are in books. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

Who has more pockets than a magician? A boy. Whose pockets contain *more* than a magicians? A boy's.

Out in the world not much happened. But here in the special night, a land bricked with paper and leather anything might happen, always did.

There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

No, no, it's not the books you are looking for! Take it where you can find it, in old phonograph records, in old motion pictures, and in old friends; look for it in nature and look for it in yourself. Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

It shouldn't work. It shouldn't be magic. You shouldn't weep happy and then sad and then happy again. But you do. And I do. And we all do.

Once upon a time! What kind of talk is that?

Knjige su samo jedna vrsta spremišta za mnogo toga za šta smo strahovali da bismo mogli da zaboravimo. Nema u njima uopšte ni?eg magi?nog. Magija je samo u onome što knjige kazuju, u tome kako zašivaju komade kosmosa u ode?u za nas.

Look at it this way, child, life is a magic show, or should be if people didn't go to sleep on each other. Always leave folks with a bit of mystery, son.

Throughout his life, Bradbury liked to recount the story of meeting a carnival magician, Mr. Electrico, in 1932. At the end of his performance Electrico reached out to the twelve-year-old Bradbury, touched the boy with his sword, and commanded, Live forever! Bradbury later said, I decided that was the greatest idea I had ever heard. I started writing every day. I never stopped.

But," whispered Tom, "oh, look. What's up in that tree!" For the Tree was hung with a variety of pumpkins of every shape and size and a number of tints and hues of smoky yellow or bright orange. "A pumpkin tree," someone said. "No," said Tom. The wind blew among the high branches and tossed their bright burdens, softly. "A Halloween Tree," said Tom. And he was right.

Stage 13 was, then, a toy shop, a magic chest, a sorcerer's trunk, a trick manufactory, and an aerial hangar of dreams at the center of which Roy stood each day, waving his long piano fingers at mythic beasts to stir them, whispering, in the ten-billion-year slumbers.

C?rÈ›ile nu erau decât un fel de receptacul în care oamenii înmagazinau o mulÈ›ime de cunoÈ™tinÈ›e pe care se temeau c-ar putea s? le uite. Nu e nimic magic în c?rÈ›i; magic e doar ceea ce spun c?rÈ›ile È™i însuÈ™i faptul c? în ele peticele universului sunt îns?ilate într-un veÈ™mânt pe m?sura noastr?.

Books were only one type of recepticle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget.There is nothing magical in them, at all.The magic is only in what books say, how they stitches the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

I libri erano soltanto una specie di veicolo, di ricettacolo in cui riponevamo tutte le cose che temevamo di poter dimenticare. Non c'è nulla di magico, nei libri; la magia sta solo in ciò che essi dicono, nel modo in cui hanno cucito le pezze dell'Universo per mettere insieme così un mantello onde rivestirci.

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There's nothing magical in them at all. Magic is only what books mean, what books say. How they stitch the patterns of the universe together into one garment for us.

Magic, you say? asked Douglas. Magic six ways from Sunday. You believe it? Yes I do and no I don't.

A trolley car, a pair of tennis shoes? These, at one time when we were children, were invested with magic for us.

La magia solo está en lo que dicen los libros, en su forma de coser los retales del universo para ofrecer una única prenda

books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. there is nothing magical in them, at all. the magic is only in what books say , how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us. of course you couldn't know this, of course you still can't understand what I mean when I say all this. you are intuitively right, that's what counts.

Los libro sólo eran un tipo de receptáculo donde almacenábamos un serie de cosas que temíamos olvidar. No hay nada mágico en ellos. La magia solo está en lo que dicen los libros, en cómo unían los diversos aspectos del Universo hasta formar un conjunto para nosotros.

La magia reside solamente en aquello que los libros dicen; en cómo cosen los harapos del universo para darnos una nueva vestidura.