Quotes About Raine

For [W. B.] Yeats magic was not so much a kind of poetry as poetry a kind of magic, and the object of both alike was evocation of energies and knowledge from beyond normal consciousness.

Time laughs in the distance as I cling to the belief memories of you will fade.

One morning Diana came to work with a Barbara Cartland romance novel tucked under her arm. Coincidentally, Ms. Cartland was the mother of the Earl of Spencer's second wife, Raine, whom I was to learn years later in the press the Spencer children had detested at first. I hoped that novel did not represent Diana's only reading interests.

One of the most striking - and to the novice surprising - features of magic is its meticulous precision.

Tam knew what I was saying. He stared at me, his expression unreadable. "I need you to support the ceiling above the tear I'm going to make." "Yeah, yeah. I got it. You pull; I push. Let's go!" "I need control and delicacy, Raine." I snorted. "Too bad you're stuck with me.