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No fairy godmother had ever spent time helping a poor and humble milk maid who was destined to die even poorer and humbler.
— Chris Pavesic, Heart & Mind
Like the Pied Piper, the street entertainer carries his own mystique which cannot easily be transferred to the stage. He seems to have escaped reality, to perform in a time and space where he doesn't necessarily belong.
— Edward Claflin
It is the illusion of magic and the magic of illusion that we are primarily interested in- not the privy tricks or the key to the secrets themselves. We seek the bafflement, the contradictions, the amusements, and the innumerable emotions that ripple uneasily through the audience. It is not knowledge we are after, but mystery and disguises. We want to gaze at the impossible. We are hungry for surprises, astonishment. In short, we are looking for a true story, but one impossible to explain in all its complexity. When we discover that story, we shall have found- magic.
— Edward Claflin
Awareness seeped in and brought its friends Pain and Agony for a visit.
— Hailey Edwards, Dog with a Bone
There are some things even magic can’t fix.
— Chris Pavesic, Heart & Mind
If you never tell anyone the truth about yourself, eventually you start to forget.
— Cassandra Clare
But magic is like pizza: even when it's bad, it's pretty good.
— Neil Patrick Harris, Neil Patrick Harris: Choose Your Own Autobiography
If there was any magic in this world that was not magic, it was wine.
— Lev Grossman, The Magician's Land
Do you think magic exists if it can be explained?
— Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily
Maybe Harry Potter is real and you're not.
— John Green
Life is magical! You are magic!
— Debasish Mridha
I wish for magic this season,laughter and fun.I wish for mistletoe kisses-those sparkly ones.
— Cheri Bauer
You can’t think of anything? Anything you might need a man for?”Berry blinked slowly, then gave him a wide smile. “Are you talking about sex? Because if you are, there are plenty of products on the market today that claim to be just as good as a man. Not to mention some of them come with rechargeable solar batteries… so good for the environment too.
— Jane Cousins, To Bedevil A Beauty
He could be distracted, still, by beauty, by the wonder of a stroke of sunlight. Perhaps at such times he made himself open to wizardry-or conversely, was as warded and safe at such moments as Ynefel at its strongest. Perhaps threats simply slid past his attention and he made himself immune.
— C.J. Cherryh, Fortress of Eagles
This time, I invited it in. I felt the darkness tame my impetuous nature, allowing me to feed slowly on the hatred and control it. The coldness flowed through my veins and to the lengths of each limb. The icy darkness pooled in my chest and chilled my heart.
— Leigh Goff, Disenchanted
Is the prospect of magic any more outrageous than a dragon train?
— Victor Kloss, Elizabeth's Legacy
He thought again of the watch in the window. It had twelve black numbers on its moon face and there was magic to that. For these were numbers that were not really numbers at all but letters like in words. He shivered at the possibilities of such untold magic.
— Davis Grubb, The Night of the Hunter
Inside Ms. Maddox's classroom, it was so quiet you could hear the breathing bounce off the walls.
— Mindy Ruiz, Enchanted Heart
Ha!" cried Dr John contemptuously. "Magic! That is chiefly used for killing Frenchmen, is it not?
— Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Damn and double damn the man. So much for I am woman, hear me roar. More like I am gobsmacked, watch me drool.
— Jane Cousins, To Bedevil A Beauty
Some of these images intricately make me feel that I know these places. I see them like I've lived them...a stirring that is so real. A longing a sadness a connection that pulls fully and really
— JUURIKURAN
I say I write to you, but, truth be told, I prefer the American idiom: I write you. I'll write you friends say, as if, in writing, someone could be caused to appear, as if writing were a spell, some form of conjuration. So, I write you to bring you here, bring you back.
— Julian Wolfreys, Silent Music
My fingers slipped into his thick, black hair and held tightly. He paused, not wanting to pull away. I didn’t let him. I was going to say goodbye properly. I held tightly, pressing my lips to his, soft at first then hard with desire.
— Leigh Goff, Disenchanted
He kissed me tenderly as my heart thumped out of control. My fingers slipped into his thick, black hair and held tightly. He paused, not wanting to pull away. I didn’t let him. I was going to say goodbye properly. I held tightly, pressing my lips to his, soft at first then hard with desire.
— Leigh Goff, Disenchanted
Was he a real goblin? A minute ago Ben would have scoffed at the prospect, but then came the dragon.
— Victor Kloss, Elizabeth's Legacy
Every magician knows there is no such thing as magic. They are masters of making things possible out of a situation that seems impossible. The key to getting what you want in life is to know that the only reason why something is, is because it was made possible. It can only be if it is possible for it to be. Make it possible and let it be.
— Timothy Simpson, Boredom to Brilliance
Grimm always used rabbits, on account of a grudge he had with the Easter Bunny. I’d had a pet rabbit when I was little, and the first time I saw an augury I think I managed to throw up and faint at the same time. After that, Grimm had it done without me. Not that it mattered. After six years in this business, I’d gut Thumper himself for an ounce of Glitter.
— J.C. Nelson, Free Agent
Not every winged Creature is considered a bird or a bat. Some wings are made of magic.- Raani York – 2013 -
— Raani York, Dragonbride
The Victorian era was perhaps the last point in Western history when magic and science were allowed to coexist.
— Jonathan Auxier
Desire creates a starting point. Without it, no magic can be put into action.
— Lawren Leo, Dragonflame: Tap Into Your Reservoir of Power Using Talismans, Manifestation, and Visualization
The Paco's Loco Tacos sign on my right lures me in. Not for the first time, I wonder if the tacos are crazy, if Paco is crazy, or if we are crazy for buying them. Well, I personally think a touch of crazy is one of the spices of life.
— Lilo Abernathy, The Light Who Shines
Just like when you're young and in love, a seven-hour plane ride can seem like a lifetime.
— Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
A little manic was okay. A little manic paid the bills and got him up in the morning, made him magic when he needed it most.
— Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl
magic can make things happen before you do it. It can make things have happened.
— Jo Walton, Among Others
It wasn’t that she believed in voodoo, precisely—but she believed in the people who believed in voodoo—and that was scary enough. -Coralee Ayers
— Caitlin Rush, Curses Beneath Her Feet
Once a month, ripe with psychic energy, the moon grows to Her zenith. Blazing full with the sun's rays through the night sky, it is with great compassion and love for her children that she luminesces.
— Lawren Leo, Dragonflame: Tap Into Your Reservoir of Power Using Talismans, Manifestation, and Visualization
If we are to wield great magic, then let us learn from great teachers: the alchemists -- magicians par excellence.
— Lawren Leo, Dragonflame: Tap Into Your Reservoir of Power Using Talismans, Manifestation, and Visualization
It isn't really magic, except that it is. It's not magic that reaches into the world ands changes things. It's all inside my body. I thought, sitting there, that everything is magic. Using things connects them to you, being in the world connects you to the world, the sun streams down magic and people and animals and plants grow from sunlight and the world turns and everything is magic.
— Jo Walton, Among Others
You can never be sure where you are with magic.
— Jo Walton, Among Others
I wish magic was more dramatic
— Jo Walton, Among Others
It's hard to get motivated fixing a compile-time syntax error when you can buy a powder that turns a house into a monster.
— Ryan North
I'll tell you something," said Francis,urgent with shoe lace, "if we keep on saying things weren't when we know perfectly well they were, we shall soon dish up any sort of chance of magic we may ever have had. When do you find people in books going on like that? They just say 'This is magic!' and behave as if it was. They don't go pretending they're not sure. Why, no magic would stand it."Book: Wet Magic, Chapter 2
— E. Nesbit, Wet Magic
Life has this beautiful way of opening doors when you least expect it. How thy open is sometimes never known. But does that not only further justify the magic and the possibility to the thought, that there is more to life than that which meets thee eye.
— Tania Elizabeth, The Tier of Eternal Grace: The Souls Cry
You can't do magic with books unless they're very special copies.
— Jo Walton, Among Others
It was important not to offend against the laws of magic. If a woman left you it was because you did not cast the right spell over her, or else because someone else cast a stronger enchantment than yours, or else because your marriage was cursed in such a way that it cut the ties of love between husband and wife. Why did So-and-so enjoy success in his businesses? Because he visited the right enchanter. There was a thing in the emperor that rebelled against all this flummery, for was it not a kind of infantilization of the self to give up one's power of agency and believe that such power resided outside oneself rather than within? This was also his objection to God, that his existence deprived human beings of the right to form ethical structures by themselves.
— Salman Rushdie
You kind of attribute this magic to music and as you meet the people you realize that they don’t contain the magic. They just channel it a little bit sometimes, but they never possess it. They never own it.
— Kyle Morton
Dr Adachi The Great Spell Caster That Helped Me Brings back My Ex Husband
She was the kind of eleganceThat would never tarnish. A mixture of lace and mesh, Like a classic heirloom that begged to be worn.She was sharp intellect and quick wit.The type of woman that spoke her mind,Even if it shook.(Or even if no one was listening.)She was beautiful.But not someone you’d see in magazines, Her hips were too wide, her hair a mess of wispy tendrils, (Rather, she was actually very ordinary.) My, was she stubborn! She’d drive you mad!(Sometimes, you’d probably call her crazy.)But mostly, her laughter was a joyful moments. Like a warm towel fresh from the dryer,Or finding a twenty-dollar bill in your winter coat.And that was the true revelation.That magic does exist, It ran through her like a wild, fiery current.
— M.J. Abraham
Unicorns are immortal. It is their nature to live alone in one place: usually a forest where there is a pool clear enough for them to see themselves-for they are a little vain, knowing themselves to be the most beautiful creatures in all the world, and magic besides. They mate very rarely, and no place is more enchanted than one where a unicorn has been born. The last time she had seen another unicorn the young virgins who still came seeking her now and then had called to her in a different tongue; but then, she had no idea of months and years and centuries, or even of seasons. It was always spring in her forest, because she lived there, and she wandered all day among the great beech trees, keeping watch over the animals that lived in the ground and under bushes, in nests and caves, earths and treetops. Generation after generation, wolves and rabbits alike, they hunted and loved and had children and died, and as the unicorn did none of these things, she never grew tired of watching them.
— Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
The world was fucking awful. It was a wretched, desolate place, a desert of meaninglessness, a heartless wasteland, where horrific things happened all the time for no reason and nothing good lasted for long.He'd been right about the world, but he was wrong about himself. The world was a desert, but he was a magician, and to be a magician was to be a secret spring - a moving oasis. He wasn't desolate, and he wasn't empty. He was full of emotion, full of feelings, bursting with them, and when it came down to it, that's what being a magician was. They weren't ordinary feelings - they weren't the tame, domesticated kind. Magic was wild feelings, the kind that escaped out of you and into the world and changed things. There was a lot of skill to it, and a lot of learning, and a lot of work, but that was where the power began: the power to enchant the world.
— Lev Grossman, The Magician's Land
I think cinema, movies, and magic have always been closely associated. The very earliest people who made film were magicians.
— Francis Ford Coppola
Master of magic, god of war, Odin wanders alone.
— F.T. McKinstry, The Eye of Odin
Red wine is different from white. Removing the grape skin does all the difference.
— Viola Soul Calibur
Magic begins in superstition, and ends in science. ... At every step the history of civilization teaches us how slight and superficial a structure civilization is, and how precariously it is poised upon the apex of a never-extinct volcano of poor and oppressed barbarism, superstition and ignorance. Modernity is a cap superimposed upon the Middle Ages, which always remain.
— Will Durant
This girl is magic. She's wild incantations. She's that spark that lit me back to life and I'm burning for her.
— Rebecca Paula, Everly After
Someone once said that love is the closest thing to magic that this world has, but magic enchants, deceives and casts a spell.
— Donna Lynn Hope
If you could possibly understand how precious and powerful your experience of this one lifetime as yourself is, you wouldn't be trying to go anywhere else.If you could know the perfection of time and space,You would slow each moment downTo drain every possible nuance of juice and flavor from it.When you leave this place, your body and mind and the earth which holds you, you will look back and only wish you had known the immense richness that you hurried through trying to find other better states of being.But this is the best bite.Heaven is here.Nirvana is now.As soon as you know that for sureYour life will never be the same again.In fact, in every way it seeks to get your attention. begs you to awaken to the magic right before your eyes.
— Jacob Nordby
Don't let the magic slip away," he says, "or you'll sink into the quicksand of the ordinary.
— Elena Gorokhova, A Mountain of Crumbs
Earth or Fillory, did it even matter? What was the huge conundrum? Everywhere you looked there was so much richness, you could never exhaust it.
— Lev Grossman, The Magician King
Your Ancestors Called it Magic, but You Call it Science. I Come From a Land Where They Are One and the Same.
— Thor Odinson
It is not any common earth,Water or wood or air,But Merlin’s Isle of GramaryeThat you and I will fare.
— Rudyard Kipling
Whatever form it might take, enjoy the magic! Remember, Disneyland is all about you.
— Leslie Le Mon, The Disneyland Book of Secrets 2014 - Disneyland: One Local's Unauthorized, Rapturous and Indispensable Guide to the Happiest Place on Earth
Dark, primitive magic. Swords Against Death.
— John Darnielle, Wolf in White Van
Many stories begin with a dream, but it is rare when the dream is the story itself.
— K.M. Randall, Fractured Dream
Ferocity is a trait highly regarded amongst us.
— Stefan Mroczkowski, Tommy Avenger and the House of Bones
It was like magic, but so much of magic is about misdirection, whereas so much of redemption is straightforward and ordinary, piercing true and lit with surprise.
— Geoffrey Wood, The God Cookie
I can make you feel, and I can scare you for real.-Misty Lee
— Misty Lee
The Universe has your back. Instead of trying to control the outcome, just enjoy the journey.
— Dawn Gluskin
Maybe magic wasn’t the magic thing, when you grew up with it
— Kami Garcia
There's magic in recognizing a kindred spirit, and an even greater power in letting yourself love them. When it scares you, let it - that's your ego letting go.
— Jacqueline Koyanagi, Ascension
9 likes Like Facebook_icon“Read this to yourself. Read it silently.Don't move your lips. Don't make a sound. Listen to yourself. Listen without hearing anything.What a wonderfully weird thing, huh? NOW MAKE THIS PART LOUD! SCREAM IT IN YOUR MIND! DROWN EVERYTHING OUT.Now, hear a whisper. A tiny whisper. Now, read this next line in your best crotchety- old man voice:"Hello there, sonny. Does your town have a post office?"Awesome! Who was that? Whose voice was that? It sure wasn't yours! How do you do that?How?! It must've been magic.
— Bo Burnham, Egghead: Or, You Can't Survive on Ideas Alone
The lucid dream, located as it is at a crossroads between worlds and states of consciousness, places the magician in a unique position to influence the delicate balance of consciousness and the interplay it has on matter in the waking state, and is thus an opportunity to test one’s ability in the art of adjusting the mutable fabric of Maya.
— Zeena Schreck
Yeah, but what we need are some fighters who know how to take down a wolf. I know three.""If you are going to get the Pigs, you'll need backup. They're not to be trifled with.
— K.M. Randall, Fractured Dream
Any thing or behavior too complex to understand becomes a phenomenon that could be termed spiritual or magical.
— Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life
I had stood and stared at the webbing of steel then wished for a hole to climb through. The wires had just unraveled without setting off the klaxon. I remembered thinking with a horrible kind of panic that I had somehow done withcraft, and was convinced I was the blackest kind of evil. Then I realized how ridiculous I was being, and figured it was a coincidental gift from the universe, or something.
— Penelope Fletcher, Demon Girl
Reading is where the magic happens
— Carmela Dutra
How do you weigh a soul?Is it heavy with love or hate?Does it deny the things it's done?Does it even remember its own name?Does it miss those it has loved?Does it long for the life it's lost?How do you weigh a soul?After it has paid the highest cost,Does it lose the will to live?Without a physical shellDoes it sense without handsThat can touch and truly feelDoes it need sustenance to last?A cold drink or warm mealHow do you weigh a soul?Are souls even real?
— Ashley Jeffery, Soul Eater
Fantasyland was designed as a home for some of the classic characters [from those films], and as a symbol of the magic, hope and beauty of the human imagination.
— Leslie Le Mon, The Disneyland Book of Secrets 2014 - Disneyland: One Local's Unauthorized, Rapturous and Indispensable Guide to the Happiest Place on Earth
Maybe magic and love, together, can achieve what magic alone cannot.
— Dean Koontz
All that Mankind has done, thought, gained or been is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of Books. They are the chosen possession of men.
— Thomas Carlyle
Magic fucking phone.
— Rainbow Rowell
The master initiate of any craft appears magical to the uninitiated.
— Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life
There is something divine, mystical, magical and unexplainable in the universe that is listening and responding to each of us.
— Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life
By the power of three times three!” exclaimed Gillian. “You could qualify as your own continent, man!
— Lowvee Cole, Boundless Magick
First, you must light a middling fire under the cauldron.”“What’s a middling fire?” “Medium.” I searched the pot. “Where’s the ignition switch?”Bridget leaned in and whispered, “You use magic to start the fire.
— Lowvee Cole, Boundless Magick
Lisa, love is magical,” Rema said. “Scientists give such simplified explanations for it, and they’re wrong, because love isn’t something that happens in your brain. Love happens in your soul.
— Monique Snyman, Enticed
I can't learn everything in a few months, Charles. Magic came first. Stupid hierarchy of egotistical penises had to take a backseat.""Penises don't have egos. And what about the women in command? They can be pretty damn bitchy.""The women have bigger balls than you do, Charles. Let's get focused."Kind of a dick thing to say.
— K.F. Breene
Please do not say magic like you are discussing a bowel movement... Humanity expects the lights, so they are provided.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Artificial Gods
You can almost always find chains of coincidence to disprove magic. That's because it doesn't happen the way it does in books. It makes those chains of coincidence. That's what it is. It's like if you snapped your fingers and produced a rose but it was because someone on an aeroplane had dropped a rose at just the right time for it to land in your hand. There was a real person and a real aeroplane and a real rose, but that doesn't mean the reason you have the rose in your hand isn't because you did the magic.
— Jo Walton, Among Others
MOTHER TIME: Life goes by so very fast, my dears, and taking the time to reflect, even once a year, slows things down. We zoom past so many seconds, minutes, hours, killing them with the frantic way we live that it's important we take at least this one collective sigh and stop, take stock, and acknowledge our place in time before diving back into the melee. Midnight on New Year's Eve is a unique kind of magic where, just for a moment, the past and the future exist at once in the present. Whether we're aware of it or not, as we countdown together to it, we're sharing the burden of our history and committing to the promise of tomorrow.
— Hillary DePiano, New Year's Thieve
Every spell is something special, fit for the moment when it's done." Edmund pushed his bowl across to Tom. "It's not just the words you say, but the way they make you feel, the meaning and the rhythm, the connection you make with them. It's not just the things you think, but how the place and time you're in can change them.
— Matthew Jobin, The Nethergrim
I'm so glad I have my own copy. I can read them again and again. I can read them again and again on trains, all my life, and every time I do I'll remember today and it will connect up. (Is that magic?)
— Jo Walton, Among Others
The problem with magic was that it made her feel very alone.
— Karen Foxlee, Ophelia and the Marvelous Boy
Ben let a slow smile play over his face. He loved this part. It always felt like revealing to a disbeliever that he had magical powers or something.
— Jay Bell, Something Like Summer
Over and over. They be making me remember everythings. Me old songs, they just be natural. But now they be stuffing new things into me and this poor head hurts horrid.
— Lois Lowry, Gathering Blue
Ophelia,' said the boy. He said it very quietly. She didn't like the way he said that at all. He sounded sad and as though he expected more from her.'And how do you know my name anyways?' she said. 'I never told you it, not once.''I heard it once, a long time ago.'He was full of mysterious sentences like that.
— Karen Foxlee, Ophelia and the Marvelous Boy
Within the magical community, most brides are virgins. Do you have any idea how many curses and other horrible things are associated with virginity and virgin bloodshed? For witches, having sex before marriage invites all sorts of evil magic in.
— Elizabeth A. Reeves, How [Not] to Kiss a Prince
Magic is always there. Sometimes it just takes an artist to find it and show the rest of us where to look.
— Amy Neftzger
Just what I predicted,” he smiled. “Run, little sheep. Run. For soon, the big bad wolf will have you right where you belong,” Crispin whispered as he manifested out of the school.~Crispin~
— J.L. Clayton, A Spark of Magic
Do you think I am a foo, Masha? All this time, and you speak to me as though I were a flighty pinprick of a girl. I am a magician! Did you ever think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? I am a student of their lore, and it is arcane and hermetic beyond the dreams of alchemists. Did you ever wonder why I gave you so many pots, so many creams, so much perfume?...Cosmetics are an extension of the will. Why do you think all men paint themselves when they go to fight? When I paint my eyes to match my soup, it is not because I have nothing better to do than worry over trifles. It says, I belong here, and you will not deny me. When I streak my lips red as foxgloves, I say, Come here, male. I am your mate, and you will not deny me. When I pinch my cheeks and dust them with mother-of-pearl, I say, Death, keep off, I am your enemy and you will not deny me. I say these things, and the world listens, Masha. Because my magic is as strong as an arm. I am never denied.
— Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
Deciding which relationships to pursue can be difficult. Especially if you’re trying to get hired by the Magic 8 Ball factory and that little triangle thing isn't floating right.
— Ryan Lilly, #Networking is people looking for people looking for people
isn't that dangerous?" I objected. "What if somebody used it on people - what if they put it on replace and turned us all into fictional characters?""How do you know they haven't?" asked Marc.
— Polly Shulman, The Grimm Legacy
Eventually I would learn that the enchanting tree was one of the resort's signatures, one of those subtle delightful touches that resonate on poetic, artistic, and even spiritual frequencies.
— Leslie Le Mon, The Disneyland Book of Secrets 2014 - Disneyland: One Local's Unauthorized, Rapturous and Indispensable Guide to the Happiest Place on Earth
I want to move my hands, but they’re fused to his rib cage. I feel his lung span, his heartbeat, his very life force wrapped in these flimsy bars of bone. So fragile yet so solid. Like a brick wall with wet mortar. A juxtaposition of hard and soft.He inhales again. “Jayme,” he says my name with a mix of sigh and inquiry.I open my eyes and peer into his flushed face. Roses have bloomed on his ruddy cheeks and he looks as though he’s raced the wind.“Mm?” I reply. My mind is full of babble, I’m so high.“Jayme,” he’s insistent, almost pleading. “What are you?”Instantaneous is the cold alarm that douses the flames still dancing in my heart. I feel the nervousness that whispers through me like a cool breeze in the leaves.“What do you mean?” I ask, the disquiet wringing the strength from my voice.“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” he explains, inhaling deeply.I feel the line of a frown between my brows. Gingerly, I lift the hem of his shirt. And as sure as I am that the world is round and that the sky is, indeed, blue the bruises and welts on his torso have faded to nothingness, the golden tan of his skin is sun-kissed perfection. Panic has me frozen as I stare.“I don’t understand,” I whisper.He looks down at his exposed abdomen. “I think you healed me.”He says it so simply, but my mind takes his words and scatters them like ashes. I feel like I’m waking from a coma and I have amnesia and everyone speaks Chinese.I can’t speak. If I had the strength to, I wouldn’t have the words. I feel the panic flood into me and fear spiked adrenaline courses through me, I shove him. Hard. Eyes wide with shock, he stumbles back a few steps. A few steps is all I need. Fight or flight instinct taking root, I fight to flee. The space between us gives me enough room to slide out from between him and the car.He shouts my name. It’s too late. I’m running a fast as my lithe legs will carry me. My Converse pound the sidewalk and I hear the roar of his engine. It’s still too late. I grew up here and I’m ten blocks from home. No newbie could track me in my own neighborhood. In my town. Not with my determination to put as much distance as I can between me and the boy who scares the shit out of me. Not when I’ve scared the shit out of myself. I run. I run and I don’t stop.
— A.D.  Evans, Born Wicked
I never saw this coming - the little house was working its magic, connecting me to people and materials I never would have guessed would find their way into the picture.
— Dee Williams
Close your eyes, and lo, they are opened! But never shall they close again.
— Mary-Jean Harris, Aizai the Forgotten
Fifteen feet away, the wide River Thames rolled past, dark and deep and mysterious is the sullen-not-quite sunrise.
— Amy Butler Greenfield, Chantress Alchemy
Give contemporary POET more SPACE & a long-last MAGIC will surround you all again.
— Kristian Goldmund Aumann, From Poet's Hand
Poor Amy. I could tell she was suffering. Poor Thing. Life was so tough for the rich, beautiful and magical.
— Elizabeth A. Reeves, How [Not] to Kiss a Prince
How do you express a skinny blonde werewolf and a former toad in a cake?
— Elizabeth A. Reeves, How [Not] to Kiss a Prince
Your problem, Kendra, is that you can easily imagine using magic. What you have to do now is imagine the magic itself.
— Lee Edward Födi, Kendra Kandlestar and the Shard from Greeve
Then, things get hard, because once you know magic exists, you have to decide whether to be the bystander, or the magician … and we were all born to be magicians.
— Dianna Hardy, The Spell of Summer
I use the word mystery,rather than magic.I love magic.something magic was always going to happen. When it did, it never did anything but land me in trouble. MYSTERY is the depth of the sacred.Page 33 coming home to my self
— Marion Woodman
It is only rather recently that science has begun to make peace with its magical roots. Until a few decades ago, it was common for histories of science either to commence decorously with Copernicus's heliocentric theory or to laud the rationalism of Aristotelian antiquity and then to leap across the Middle Ages as an age of ignorance and superstition. One could, with care and diligence, find occasional things to praise in the works of Avicenna, William of Ockham, Albertus Magnus, and Roger Bacon, but these sparse gems had to be thoroughly dusted down and scraped clean of unsightly accretions before being inserted into the corners of a frame fashioned in a much later period.
— Philip Ball, The Devil's Doctor: Paracelsus and the World of Renaissance Magic and Science
What this world doesn't have is the three-wishes, go-to-the-ball-and-meet-your-prince, happily-ever-after kind of magic. We have all the mangling and malevolent kinds. Who *invented* this system?
— Robin McKinley, Sunshine
Stalked He stalks her waiting for the right time, a single purpose stirring within his mind. His soul longs for that one deep connation, as his body seeks its final redemption. For he is the hunter and she his prey, her power untouched waiting for the moment to be set free on that final day. One sweet tasted form his lips as death he willed her way.
— J.L.Clayton
By some tear in the wish fabric, or the casting of a prayer, or the falling of some lonely star, the enchanted garden was not lost to me, but lost in me.
— Ansul Noor
There's nothing sweet about me, love," he said.
— Michelle M. Pillow, Love Potions
Damn, I would give anything to see that man naked," Charlotte whispered. "How could you only say he was 'all right'?
— Michelle M. Pillow, Love Potions
Her eyes widened, convinced by the size of it that his shaft was fully erect. She blinked several times. No, she was wrong. The bulge moved, growing as she watched it."Not that I mind ya staring, love, but I've got an appointment I must keep.
— Michelle M. Pillow, Love Potions
If Scotsmen don't wear anything under their kilts and they ride a horse, do you think they chafe their manbits?
— Michelle M. Pillow, Love Potions
She said, "Daddy thinks that all the world's magic is almost evolved out."I thought of Roebuck Lake, its swamps and sloughs and loblollies and breaks of cypress and cane, its sunken treetops and stobs and bream beds and sleepy gar rolling over and over and over, its baptizing pools and bridges and mussels and mosquitoes and turkey vultures and, now in the drought, the gray flaking mud-flats and logs crowded with turtles and sometimes a fat snake yawning its tame old cottony mouth like a well-fed dog in a pen.I said, "Is that what the freak show is?"She said, "Dirty miracles.
— Lewis Nordan, The All-Girl Football Team
She didn't even want to think of how hellish it would be if all the MacGregors made her feel like this one did, all hot and shaky. She'd have to move to the Arctic Circle before the month was out just to cool off.
— Michelle M. Pillow, Love Potions
My energies have been drained.Masturbating too much will do that.
— Michelle M. Pillow, Love Potions
Emotions like these didn't happen to regular, everyday people. They couldn't or else the entire world would be fornicating all the time.
— Michelle M. Pillow, Love Potions
For your next act, please don't pull any rabbits out of my... well, hat."....He licked playfully at her mouth. "And ya can't call my manhood 'rabbit'.
— Michelle M. Pillow, Love Potions
For your next act, please don't pull any rabbits out of my... well, hat."....He licked playfully at her mouth. "And ya can't call my manhood 'rabbit'.At least give it a manly name I can brag about.
— Michelle M. Pillow, Love Potions
You mustn't dwell on the inevitable.
— Jessica Powers in Melted
Harry―yer a wizard.
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
She knows exactly what I like and what it does to me. She worships my body in its entirety and I allow it—I crave it.
— A.R. Von, Lady's Destiny
... waiting for the spell to end, as all spells must.
— Angie Sage, Magyk
Find magic in the little things, and the big things you always expected will start to show up.
— Isa Zapata
Because if I lost her, I would be lost, too.
— Kami Garcia, Sublimes creatures
And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic... because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep... you take a book to read... you take a pen and a paper to write...you cling on some music that might just make you fall asleep... yet nothing helps... another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon....
— Sanhita Baruah
Wicca offered real, not pretended, means for the individual to express the art, beauty, and reality of ritual, including magic, in the here and now. --Paul Turnbull
— Arin Murphy-Hiscock, Out of the Broom Closet: 50 True Stories of Witches Who Found and Embraced the Craft
I do know that the gardens of the first lands are still lying there, right under the skin of the world- pulsing the way our heartbeat drums under our own skin. And I believe that there's a connectedness between everything that gives some people a deep and abiding affinity to a certain kind of place or creature.""Like totems?""Maybe. Or maybe something even more personal- something that's impossible to articulate with the vocabulary we have at the moment.""This is too weird."Annie shrugged. "What can I say? It's getting late, the stars are out. Once the sun sets, I tend to embrace whatever wild spirits are running around in the darkness, talking away to each other. I leave the logic of streets and pavement and cars and tall buildings behind and buy into the old magics that they're whispering about. Sometimes those little mysteries and bits of wisdom stick to the bones of my head and I carry them right out into the sunlight again. They're like Jack's stories, true and not true, all at the same time. They don't exactly shape my life, but they certainly colour it." She glanced at him, "I wouldn't like to live in a world where everything's as cut-and-dried as most people think it is
— Charles de Lint, Someplace to Be Flying
Fire. I see it everywhere.
— Jen Wylie, Tales of Ever
Some instantaneous connection had occurred between them. The very air in the room seemed to crackle with the awareness of it. A wave of heat suffused her body to centre between her legs, suddenly she felt breathless and hyper aware of him. There was no way this man could remain unaffected by the sheer magnitude of the invisible bonds that had just linked them irretrievably together. She wondered what he was thinking behind those beautiful navy blue eyes. Okay so she didn’t really expect him to open his mouth and spout poetry or declare his undying love but she certainly wasn’t prepared for his next words.“You aren’t going to throw up are you? This is one of my favourite suits.
— Jane Cousins, To Wrangle A Witch
There is no such thing as magic. It is a word. A silly, foolish, overused word. There is only your aura...or the Chinese have a better word for it: qi. A life force. An energy. This is the energy that flows within you. It can be shaped, molded, directed.
— Michael Scott, The Warlock
The evolutionists, piercing beneath the show of momentary stability, discovered, hidden in rudimentary organs, the discarded rubbish of the past. They detected the reptile under the lifted feathers of the bird, the lost terrestrial limbs dwindling beneath the blubber of the giant cetaceans. They saw life rushing outward from an unknown center, just as today the astronomer senses the galaxies fleeing into the infinity of darkness. As the spinning galactic clouds hurl stars and worlds across the night, so life, equally impelled by the centrifugal powers lurking in the germ cell, scatters the splintered radiance of consciousness and sends it prowling and contending through the thickets of the world.
— Loren Eiseley, The Star Thrower
An alibi is one alliterative consonant short of being a magic carpet
— Josh Stern, And That's Why I'm Single: What Good Is Having A Lucky Horseshoe Up Your Butt When The Horse Is Still Attached?
Magic isn’t inherently evil. But it does seem to be terribly bad for people.
— Jo Walton, Among Others
Magic is just energy that wants to be something different
— Danielle  Paige
Mind sees magic because it can be deceived when allowed by heart.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
And as if by magic - and it may have been magic, for I believe America is the land of magic, and that we, we now past Americans, were once the magical people of it, waiting now to stand to some unguessable generation of the future as the nameless pre-Mycenaean tribes did to the Greeks, ready, at a word, each of us now, to flit piping through groves ungrown, our women ready to haunt as laminoe the rose-red ruins of Chicago and Indianapolis when they are little more than earthen mounds, when the heads of the trees are higher than the hundred-and-twenty-fifth floor - it seemed to me that I found myself in bed again, the old house swaying in silence as though it were moored to the universe by only the thread of smoke from the stove.
— Gene Wolfe, Peace
Change is inevitable. And in a way, change is a sort of magic. However, not everyone believes in something as frugal as the unexplained.
— Katlyn Charlesworth, Where Men Sit
After I see a painting, I go into a room, I close my eyes and I slowly escape into the beauty of the painting. I reflect on the painting, the nuances of the artwork, it's theme, mood and highlights -until the magic of the painting flashes before me.
— Srinidhi.R
Killing another with slow, deliberate intent is a warping of the gifts that magic offers. It warps the mage in a manner he cannot repair. You cannot kill another slowly and not twist something within yourself, Alador. Remember this: magic is not without cost regardless of its wonder and magnificence.
— Cheryl Matthynssens The Blackguard
Magic is an ancient practice that has power over superstitious mind.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
LIFE IS A MAGIC, GOD IS THE MAGICIAN
— Hansrajvir
That is why the stone is so dangerous, Nabrie,” said Dart. “I would not see you too fall victim to its powers. Let us only hope that Fireskin has truly purified the stone, and not merely intensified the potential for evil that is in it. I fear the fire may only have fuelled the power of the spirits in its heart.
— A. Grace Martin, Spirit Rider
Being the Magician isn't about being powerful when you have things and useless when you don't," Persephone said."The Magician sees what is out there and finds connections. The Magician can make anything magical.
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves
The moon was reigning over their world, glowing its full splendor to all those willing to look up.
— Irina Serban, Full Circle
I can weave words together and create magic,it's like knitting and crocheting words with pen and paper, some call it Poetry.
— Charmaine J. Forde
The word of sin is Restriction. O man! refuse not thy wife, if she will! O lover, if thou wilt, depart! There is no bond that can unite the divided but love: all else is a curse. Accursed! Accursed be it to the aeons! Hell.
— Aleister Crowley, The Book of the Law
The sun was still out, wouldn’t even start to set for an hour, but the early evening still had that “magic hour” feeling. The air was warm and breezy. The houses looked sparkling with windows reflecting the still bright sun.
— Victoria Kahler, Luisa Across the Bay
As for her, I'd forgotten her for the moment. So I shall never understand why, suddenly, bewilderingly, I was certain that everything I had imagined to be truth was false. False. Only the magic and the dream are true—all the rest's a lie. Let it go. Here is the secret. Here.
— Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
In cases of organized and multi-perpetrator abuse when the abuse occurs in the context of rituals and ceremonies, some elements of the experience may have been staged specifically with the intention of encouraging the disbelief of others if the victim were to report the crime. For example, someone reporting such a crime may mention that the devil was present, or that someone well-known was there, or that acts of magic were performed. These were tricks and deceptions by the abusers-often experienced by the victims after being given medication or hallucinogenic drugs - that render the account unbelievable, make the witness sound unreliable, and protect the perpetrators.  (page 120, Chapter 9, Some clinical implications of believing or not believing the patient)
— Graeme Galton, Forensic Aspects of Dissociative Identity Disorder
The Sussex lanes were very lovely in the autumn . . . spendthrift gold and glory of the year-end . . . earth scents and the sky winds and all the magic of the countryside which is ordained for the healing of the soul.
— Monica Baldwin
Art is magic, and art is powerful. Art saves lives- I really believe that. It gives us courage and compassion we might not have on our own.
— Sarah Cross, Shadowhunters and Downworlders: A Mortal Instruments Reader
In a fight between a shifter and a witch, the shifter would often win—but only if they could keep the witch from speaking, usually by severing the throat or tearing out the tongue. If the witch was powerful enough, and quick enough, physical size didn't matter. Catherine had heard of the horrible ways the witches could kill their victims. Cooking them alive from the inside out, restricting oxygen flow through the nasal and oral passages by creating a vacuum, drowning them with vapor pulled from the very air.It made fights between shifters look almost humane by comparison.
— Nenia Campbell, Black Beast
Independence' is a magic word, because nowhere in the Cosmos does it actually exist.
— Gabriel Brunsdon
Be silent like a rock, deeply rooted and straight like a tree, bend like a reed in the wind, listen to the sounds that your ears ignore, and feel the world through your intuition. The latter will never betray you, your senses will!
— Irina Serban, Full Circle
Where science is a dignified waltz in three-quarter time, magic is an improvised saxophone solo: all gut checks and synchronicities.
— Michael G.  Williams, Wrapped In White: Thirteen Tales of Spectres, Ghosts, and Spirits
I’m a magician with no magic, and that’s no one at all.
— Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
There are those amongst us who have erred, deeply and significantly. Who have wounded the world and broken themselves. The worst of them lose themselves in their errors. The best of them crawl back, one foot at a time, and seek to amend their breaches. That is the way of the brave.
— Chloe Neill, Wild Things
There are those amongst us who have erred, deeply and significantly. Who have wounded the world and broken themselves. The worst of them lose themselves in their errors. The best of them crawl back, one foot at a time, and seek to amend their breaches. That is the way of the brave. -Gabriel Keene, Pack Apex, pp. 37
— Chloe Neill, Wild Things
But that was what research and development were like. Full of semi-triumphs and perplexing unforeseen consequences like the whole violent hiccuping thing when conjuring up fire - or the propensity for fillings to fall out of bystanders' teeth when attempting to tease a rainstorm out of a cloud.
— Jasper Fforde, The Song of the Quarkbeast
If I were a magician who could make things possible, then pictures could talk while we painted them. If I were a magaician who could make things possible, then houses could keep their promises. And they would have to promise not to lose their roofs or go up in flames. If I were a magician who could make things possible, the scars made in them by bullet holes would close up again over the years.
— Saša Stanišić, How the Soldier Repairs the Gramophone
What's wisdom if not the will to learn the lessons, which Nature puts in one's way at every step?
— Irina Serban, Full Circle
The best teacher you'll ever have is yourself. I'm not your teacher! I'm here only to show you the way towards what you already know, and also, show you a way to find out what you don't know but feel that it exists.
— Irina Serban, Full Circle
So yes, black mages often can be evil. But black as a color is not inherently evil. Being influenced by black’s philosophies does not necessarily mean that one will commit an evil act. That being the case, we cannot say that black represents evil. More closely aligned with evil than the other colors? Fine. More ripe with potential for evil? Sure. Evil? No. And that's a very important distinction
— Mark Rosewater, Magic: The Gathering -- Official Encyclopedia, Volume 2: The Complete Card Guide
The nature of Paganism is that of exploring, evolution, and opening up.
— Gede Parma, Spirited: Taking Paganism Beyond the Circle
Together the magicks swirled and danced around us, invisible but tangible, like an breeze. This wasn't defensive or offensive magic. It wasn't used to gather information, for strategy or diplomacy, or to fight a war against supernatural enemy.  It simply was.  It was fundamental, inexorable. It was nothing and everything, infinity and oblivion, from the magnificent furnace of a star to the electrons that hummed in an atom. It was life and death and everything in between, the urge to fight and grow and swim and fly. It was a cascade of water across boulders, the slow-moving advance of mountain glaciers, the march of time.
— Chloe Neill, Wild Things
What an utter disgrace it would be to find something truly magic and spend any time at all pretending and trying to convince yourself it is all just an unbelievably orchestrated and beautifully choreographed illusion.
— Tyler Knott Gregson
And what about magic?” “What about it?” “Will you teach me?” “You don’t even know if you’re capable of doing magic.” “How do I find out? Is there a test or something?”“Yes, we cut off your head. If it grows back, you can do magic.
— Derek Landy, Skulduggery Pleasant
One ravishing dark-haired beauty wearing leather pants and strategically applied electrical tape, stared hard at me and, when she saw me looking, licked her lips very, very slowly. She trailed a fingertip over her chin, down across her throat, and down over her sternum and gave me a smile so wicked that it's parents should have sent it to military school.
— Jim Butcher, Skin Game
I want to tell you a story, Alex." Alex nibbled on his bottom lip, waiting. Wondering now if Mr. Today really understood that Alex was turning him down."Simber." The old mage said.Alex automatically turned to the door, expecting to see the beast. Mr. Today shook his head. "No, he's not hear. Simber was my first creation. Before there was Artime, there was Simber.
— Lisa McMann, Island of Silence