Quotes About Magic

And sweets to the sweet, I replied, then spoke the word that completed the spell, dropping a load of manure upon him.

Or supposing humans had developed different abilities than those they have now and had learned magic rather than, say, calculus . .

My Trumps do not work here, not even the Trumps of Doom. My magic is useless to me, limited as it is by walls the color of Luke's ring. I begin to feel that I might enjoy even the escape of temporary insanity, but my reason refuses to surrender to it, there being too many puzzles to trouble me: Dan Martinez, Meg Devlin, my Lady of the Lake…Why?

Time had changed the magical to mundane

The chalks and slates fascinated them. They yearned to hold the white sticks in their hands, make little white squiggles like the other children, draw pictures of huts, cows, goats, and flowers. It was like magic, to make things appear out of nowhere.

I think that cars today are almost the exact equivalent of the great Gothic cathedrals; I mean the supreme creation of an era, conceived with passion by unknown artists, and consumed in image if not in usage by a whole population which appropriates them as a purely magical object.

once can easily see in an object at once a perfection and an absence of origin, a closure and a brilliance, a transformation of life into matter (matter is much more magical than life), and in a word a silence which belongs to the realm of fairy-tales.

The mythology of Einstein shows him as a genius so lacking in magic that one speaks about his thought as of a functional labour analogous to the mechanical making of sausages, the grinding of corn or the crushing of ore: he used to produce thought, continuously, as a mill makes flour, and death was above all, for him, the cessation of a localized function: 'the most powerful brain of all has stopped thinking'.

His face became a mirror, and in it I saw a monster version of myself, unleashing my anger like black magic. In front of my children, in front of my neighbors' house. If I'd really been a witch Nathan would have been a column of dust. Not even a lizard, not even a toad. Just nothing. Nothingness

I'm writing a book on magic", I explain, and I'm asked, "Real magic?" By real magic people mean miracles, thaumaturgical acts, and supernatural powers. "No", I answer: "Conjuring tricks, not real magic". Real magic, in other words, refers to the magic that is not real, while the magic that is real, that can actually be done, is not real magic.

I don't have the gift to aptly describe the rest of that evening, except to say it was a Christmas Eve beyond all gasping wishes

Do not be a magician - be magic!

The presence of cats exercises such a magic influence upon highly organized men of intellect. This is why these long-tailed Graces of the animal kingdom...have been the favorite animal of a Mahommed, Cardinal Richelieu, Crebillon, Rousseau, Wieland.

When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!

Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale.

You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants some magical solution to their problem and everyone refuses to believe in magic.

Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through the land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast - And half believe it true.

And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, The rest next time-- It is next time! The Happy voice cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland

Wonderland, though

It is her solidity that is magical. The wonders are not wild or strange but odd and curious.

with the words 'DRINK ME' beautifully printed on it in large letters.

WITH ALICE'S LOVE).

tied round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words DRINK ME beautifully printed on it in large letters.

But...you could have whatever you wished. Exactly, he says, nuzzling my neck. But, I say, you could turn stones to rubies or ride in a fine gentleman's carriage. Kartik puts his hands on either side of my face. To each his own magic, he says and kisses me again.