Best 3503 quotes in «magic quotes» category

I do not want the lying kindness and the gifts of men, nor of other than men. I am armed now.

I don't believe it,' Quince says with absolute certainty. ' I don't believe anything magical can make someone more in love.' [...] He looks me right in the eye as he says, 'Love is already the strongest magic in the world.

I don’t believe in prayer, but I do believe in magic, and I want to believe in miracles.

I don't believe in magic, yet I see making wishes as a nod to hope, an acknowledgement of the power of will, the recognition of a goal.

I do not want to credit my life to spells and rituals, cushioning me from the consequences of living.

I don't know how magical GPS works. I don't want to mess with the signal.

I don’t need another ‘adversity builds character’ speech, Darren. That man is a chauvinistic pig. Where’s your adversity?” Darren raised a brow. “I’m looking at it.

I don't want any more magic in my life, your love is enough for me!

I don't understand," says Gerald, alone in his third- class carriage, "how railway trains and magic can go on at the same time." And yet they do.

I don't want to move out of bed." "I don't want to move out of bed either. Let's live here.

I don't want realism. I want magic. I live magic. I am magic.

I don't want you to go." She reached up to touch his face and pull him down to her. "I want this, Rain. I want you.

I’d pulled my unruly blond hair out of its usual ponytail for the occasion, loaded on some makeup to play up my teal eyes, and poured myself into a little black skirt, short enough to show off my legs while not offending Lafitte’s nineteenth-century sensibilities. It must have worked, because the pirate was giving me that head-to-toe appraisal guys do on instinct, like they’re assessing a juicy slab of beef and deciding whether they want it rare, medium, or well-done. “You really are lovely, Drusilla.” The timbre of Lafitte’s voice shivered down my spine, and I fought the urge to check out the biceps underneath that linen shirt. Holy crap. This was just wrong. I should not be absorbing his lust.

I earn the magic of words by writing. I learn the myth of worlds by imagining.

Estene aleera hesaad de viren aneda." And now, you are forever mine.

I expect you know what this is, don’t you?” Rincewind stared down at the box. It had a round glass eye protruding from the center of one face, and a lever at the back. Not wholly”, he said. It’s a device for making pictures quickly”, said Twoflower. „Quite a new invention. I’m rather proud of it but, look, I don’t think these gentlemen would – well, I mean they might be – sort of apprehensive? Could you explain it to them? I’ll reimburse them for their time, of course.” He’s got a box with a demon in it that draws pictures”, said Rincewind shortly. Do what the madman says and he’ll give you gold.

I feel a little like Wendy Darling. Peering out my window, hoping to be swept off by magic.

I feel an author and an illustrator weave the magic of a children's picture book together.

If Heaven was a summer sky and a TV left on mute, then the Underworld was a starry night and an electric guitar with amps.

If honor were reserved only for those who never err, none of us would be worthy," Rain answered.

If I am going to be a monster, the least I could do is be well fed!

If I always stuck up for what I had, I would have missed the most amazing things I have today. What are you fighting for that you need to let go? Release the magic within. The magic of what could be.

If I could understand everything the way I do now, I could make it all--and then it just stopped. Leaving me with that feeling like when you figure out something brilliant and profound in a dream, but you wake up, and all you remember is that you knew this amazing thing, and now it's just out of reach.

If I get in the water in this outfit, the cloth will turn completely transparent." "I know, and I'm looking forward to it more than you can imagine.

I find that writing is as magical as the genre I write in. When the story comes alive and takes over, it's truly a journey to another world.

If I were to classify human beings I would classify them into people who believe in magic and people who don't.

If it was that easy, the American military would have figured it out years ago.

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.

...if it feels like a true magic might be possible; it is truly a Blue Moon experience....

If magic is energy, then using it is about guiding it's flow rather than possessing it and squirreling it away. Some people seem to me to approach magic as though adding spells and charms and even gurus to their museum – sometimes a secret museum. My worry is that this leaves you weighed down with exhibits too precious to use or to let go of when you need to move on.

If love is an illusion, you must be pure magic.

If magic does not have friends in Yorkshire where may we find them?

If magic violates the fundamental laws of nature, they clearly weren't all that fundamental.

If one could only discover the unwritten bases of black magic and apply formulae to them, we would find that they were merely another form of science... perhaps less advance, perhaps more.

If not for her truly sparkling personality, she would have been doomed.

If only they could live in the twilight of their dreams, in the tiny moment before the harsh light of reality found them, perhaps they could be happy.

If Scotsmen don't wear anything under their kilts and they ride a horse, do you think they chafe their manbits?

If the bird was made, it chose to be made. It's here because it chooses to be with you.

If one is fooled by magic, then isn't the magic as good as real?

If one squinted in Cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summer's fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. Magic.

If one squinted into Cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summer's fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. Magic.

If power is the only important thing, then Frodo loses against Sauron. Hell, if power’s the only important thing then Gandalf loses against Sauron. If magic is the deciding factor of a fight, then four plucky kids from England get their asses turned to stone by the White Which.

If the heart doesn't find a perfect rhyme with the head, then your passion means nothing. The OKR framework cultivates the madness, the chemistry contained inside. It gives us an environment for risk, for trust, where falling is not a fireable offense- you know, a safe place to be yourself. And when you have that sort of structure and environment, and the right people, magic is around the corner.

If the pit of love never ceases, I will continue to look for the bottom, so you can have it all.

If there was magic in this world, it happened within sight of the three bases and home plate. All the gems in my world that decorated the walls and floors of dragons' lairs, the sword hilts of privileged princes, and crowns worn by emperors and kings, were nothing compared to the beauty and splendor of the diamond in Wrigley Stadium. It wasn't just a yard with dirt, chalk lines, bases, and a small hill in its center. Wrigley was a field of dreams. Dreams of eternal glory for the men who ran to the outfield, who took their respective bases, and prepared for battle against those who would dare enter their hallowed realm. Dreams for the kids in the stands, all wanting to don a uniform, kiss their moms goodbye, and wield their bats as enchanted weapons destined to knock the cover off the ball. And for the adults who had already selected their lot in life, Wrigley made the dreams of past innocence, lost wonder, and the promise that there was something inherently good still left in the world, come true. Yeah, corny as hell. But all true.

If there was any magic in this world that was not magic, it was wine.

If the worst came, they would do their sad duty and fight the last battle above the dead bodies of their friends.

If we are to wield great magic, then let us learn from great teachers: the alchemists -- magicians par excellence.

If you are a magician then you can always do a lot more magic than you think you can.

If you are someone who feels drawn to mysticism in any way, if you seek to discover life’s mysteries, or if the label “witch” feels comfortable or intriguing to you—you, my amazing reader, are a witch.