c2p-cmd/Good-Quotes-Authors huggingface dataset:
The cracks grew over him like vines, faster and faster. At first he bucked, whinnying metallic screeches. Then he gradually stilled, looking up at me with frightened glass eyes.He was growing.New, molten glass leeched out between his fissures, cooled and hardened only to crack again and make room for more liquid glass. The gears inside him moaned and creaked, and metal filings gathered at the base of his transparent stomach, only to fly up again and form more joints and chains and gears. Black smoke poured from his nostrils.Soon he was the size of a large dog, then a man, and still he grew and grew until he towered over my bed, as big as any plow horse I’d ever seen. Glass dripped down his flanks like sweat, a few rivulets still glowing with molten heat.
— Betsy Cornwell, Mechanica
As was often the case, Magic just chuckled and kicked physics in the balls, leaving it groaning and wondering what just happened.
— Jim C. Hines, Unbound
Kell tipped his head so that his copper hair tumbled out of his eyes, revealing not only the crisp blue of the left one but the solid black of the right. A black that ran edge to edge, filling white and iris both. There was nothing human about that eye. It was pure magic. The mark of the blood magician.
— V.E. Schwab
For the rest of the night he sat by himself under the elm-tree. Until this moment it had never seemed to him that his magicianship set him apart from other men. But now he had glimpsed the wrong side of something. He had the eeriest feeling - as if the world were growing older around him, and the best part of existence - laughter, love and innocence - were slipping irrevocably into the past.
— Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Prestidigitation? You've got to be joking. No one says that.
— Les Lynam, ...Before You Leap
Evil surrounds everyone, but not everyone is able to confront it.
— George A. Kos, Wizards' Secret Service. Classified: The Brotherhood of Darkness
Tuoni takes her by the shoulders and turns her to face him. “Remember this Anya. Dreams have power; they show old truths you are too blind to see on waking. They make you remember memories that are lost in the blood flowing through your veins. Remember her magic. Remember what she did when you wake,” he says before he pushes her off the cliff.
— Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird
For me, the most magical truth of this universe is that no magic is required.
— Steve Maraboli
The trail through the pines and beech trees was bright red. He was surprised the other human couldn’t see it. She was walking slowly, not far from him. He could smell the moisture on her hot skin. She hadn’t noticed his presence yet. She stopped in her tracks and he moved silently behind a cluster of moss-covered rocks. She turned and he saw her face.Oh no not her…he thought before turning and bolting back the way he came.
— Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird
He felt the magic pouring through his body. The tattoo twitched and with a shout of pain Vasilli could not hold in, the creature pulled itself from his body. It flopped, bloody as a newborn onto the ground and stretched its wings. It started to cry and grew to the size of a horse before it turned to Vasilli and lowered itself in a bow. “How may I serve, Master?” Its voice rasped through a mouth of venomous fangs.
— Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird
Squinting in the darkness Anya could just make out a strange curving symbol scratched into the bark. Baba Zosia scored a line through it, disfiguring the symbol. Anya felt something in the air change and give, like the forest had let out a breath it had been holding around them. Something like static pricked the back of her neck as Baba Zosia cut her finger and smeared blood on the tree. The strange symbol melted into the bark, healing the tree to appear like nothing had been carved on it to begin with. Lifting her hands towards the campsite Baba Zosia started to chant softly in the complicated language of the tribe. Magic thrummed through the air, making Anya’s own flare and itch under her skin. She rubbed her arms to stop it. Around her a breeze picked up and the campground, with its tracks in the mud and stains from the fires all melted away until there was nothing but autumn leaf litter and debris in its place. It looked like it hadn’t been disturbed for years.
— Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird
Kethry had once described summoning as being “like balancing on a rooftree while screaming an epic poem in a foreign language at the top of your lungs.
— Mercedes Lackey, The Oathbound
I do not want to credit my life to spells and rituals, cushioning me from the consequences of living.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft
I reserve magick for necessities, a bit like the good china. It has a time and a place, but eating peanut butter sandwiches off it each morning chips and devalues it.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft
I was lost in a magical mystic world as I step into the old university library. This place I would say is the birth place of the ‘writer’ in me and still one of my most loved places in the world. It was always peaceful there. Each and every moment I spent their searching for books or walking on unknown paths with the un-quenching thirst for knowledge, is cherished in my mind forever. The dark dusty corners all brown and the smell of old books untouched by readers for years, the quiet long walking passages between overloaded bookshelves were places where my magical world existed.
— Ama H. Vanniarachchy
I am not interested in wishing hard and having the Universe provide all I need without any work on my part.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft
Roger’s wand made a crackling noise as he traced it around Winston’s arms, down his waist, and everywhere else.
— Justin Swapp, The Magic Shop
You are only as touched my the magic of this life as you want to be.
— Mia Hollow
The most fundamental, basic need in magick, is the development of the will. The magus says, “I will, and not heaven nor hell can stop me.” It is in this forming and growing, creating, of the will, where heaven and hell learns to follow the will of the magus. A person who wants to develop the soul must never say, “Maybe” or “If I see a sign” because the master creates his own signs. If you need a star to align in front of a tree because that to you would be a sign, then you make the star align with the tree, if not in this world, in the other worlds and in the other dimensions. There are no “ifs” and there are no “maybes” there are only “I wills.” This is the basic platform of magick, and most people never get past it, because not all can.
— C. JoyBell C.
Writing was the only thing that populated my life and made it magic.
— Marguerite Duras, Writing
When you change, everything around you changes. That’s magic!
— Kerstin Gier
Saying good-bye properly afforded me a measure of peace. It was a binding of a different sort, absent of the earth's power, but still hard proof that there is magic yet in the world.
— Kevin Hearne, Hammered
Mr. Charles Dickens was serializing his novel Oliver Twist; Mr. Draper had just taken the first photograph of the moon, freezing her pale face on cold paper; Mr. Morse had recently announced a way of transmitting messages down metal wires. Had you mentioned magic or Faerie to any of them, they would have smiled at you disdainfully, except, perhaps for Mr. Dickens, at the time a young man, and beardless. He would have looked at you wistfully.
— Neil Gaiman, Stardust
Believe in things impossible, love the magic of a place, mystery in a person, passion in a relationship and seek adventures in life.. Live the life don't go through it..
— Anubhav Mishra
What's the point of all this magic, if no one really knows how to use it? But I guess the same could be said about life. Which is another form of magic, only less showy.
— David Levithan
You may think the thing dangling between a guy's legs is his most sensitive part, but it's not. It's his precious ego. Never forget that, Allie.
— Marilee Brothers, Moon Rise
The would-be sorcerer alone has faith in the efficacy of pure knowledge
—  rational people know that things act of themselves or not at all.
Oh, man,' Beck breathed. 'Check out the car.' It was white with a black top. The hood looked as as long as a football field. 'Sure is big,' was all I could manage to say. Beck gazed longingly at the beast, his eyes glowing in appreciation. 'You know what that is?''Uh, no. Should I?''It's a fully restored, two-door 1973 Monte Carlo. Muscle car, big time.''Bet it's hard to park.
— Marilee Brothers, Moon Rise
In the moment, you most likely won't know how valuable such detours will prove to be, but life has a way of revealing the hidden magic in these moments down the road at the appropriate time.
— Shannon Ables
Love is a spell created by mortals
— Kami Garcia
logic is tragic, because it has no magic!
— Baisakhi Saha, MagicNine -a true account of the inner adventures of a young girl to consciousness
Sometimes a fairy godmother needs more than magic.
— Chris Pavesic, Heart & Mind
Oooh, sneaky, I thought. Must be how normal mothers operate instead of yelling.
— Marilee Brothers, Moon Rise
Beck stabbed a hand through his hair and continued.
— Marilee Brothers, Moon Rise