M Is For Magic Quotes
I don’t believe in prayer, but I do believe in magic, and I want to believe in miracles.
Learning the secret of flight from a bird was a good deal like learning the secret of magic from a magician.
Every day is filled with spectacular moments. Seek them!
Meditation. That's the key. Supposedly. Calming your mind ind total silence. Understanding your connection to the natural world and all that. You do that, and you can hear it. All the talking.
You are what resides before, beyond and between what you think so do not be consumed by thought. It is only a fragment of your magic.
A healer's power stems not from any special ability, but from maintaining the courage and awareness to embody and express the universal healing power that every human being naturally possesses.
You deny the existence of magic. It's tragic. Aren't you a child born from the ashes of stars? Born from light to decide a life?
If you understand what makes him tick-what is magic for him- then you can understand anyone
Make your life a magical journey of Life, encountering Life.
And if you say 'I love you, ' and you mean it, then love makes up for a whole lifetime of mistakes. That's some kind of magic.
On any given night the stars are endless losses or endless gains. One for the love you experience and one for the love you lose. One for the unfulfilled wish and one for the wish yet to come.
You couldn’t make someone love you with a rune, and you couldn’t assuage grief with it either. So much magic, Clary thought, and nothing to mend a broken heart.
We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.
I wake up to find magic, I seek dreams and I crave imagination. This is my creed.
Imagination can create crazy things in a place you don't know.
You hold one feather tightly in your hand, close your eyes and concentrate. The location of the other feather will appear in your mind and the magic will take you there.
A book is a magical thing that lets you travel to far-away places without ever leaving your chair.
- You may always talk to me, honey... - Started suddenly bright white moon. - The stars are too young to give you a wise advice, yet.
We're all entitled to our different likes and dislikes. Imagine the world if we all liked the same things.
Yeah, right. Instead of watching TV, we'll practice our weird magical powers. Great. What's next? Zooming around on flying carpets?
He is indeed the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.
...every "Good Bye" said by a true friend, shall always be followed by "Hello" and every happy end shall always be a beginning of something New and Wonderful!
We had the kind of conversations that only great friends can ever share. They were touched with magic.
Men. Young men. Legal age, mind you. But young nonetheless. And it’s not what you think. When we meet, we make … magic.
How boys transitioned from bothersome pests to men who made her pulse skip a beat and her head swim in a flood of pleasurable sensations was beyond her. Perhaps this was the true definition of magic.
Ah! That glance of yours did some magic on me, you were not aware of. For once I died and was reborn. To put it simply: you did (CRL+ALT+DELETE) to my mind!
Most of the masses still believe in magic, you know. Spells. Potions. It's a big business, I am told.
One of the crafty tricks Satan plays is to guide a person safely on the wrong path. When your safety is the priority, you may be on the wrong path but may not know.
Your success lies in your own hands. You must therefore not wait for the grass to become greener by magic. You have the hands to irrigate your own territory by doing what is expected of you!
I am a M.A.G.I.C. child.. Motivated And Growing In Christ! …I hope you too are a M.A.G.I.C. dreamer!
Thank God I didn't have to see his smug face. Sometimes, I wished I had a pie that I could smash into it. Well, if by pie I meant anvil, then yes. I smiled at the visual. I really was sick.
Holy cow, she'd just slept with the hottest guy in the universe. She, the super science geek. The you-go-girl side of her brain wahooed. The rational side of her brain spat out a resounding, Oh shit.
...I'm hanging onto my sanity by a thread. I'll have you up against this tree and be inside you in about one second.
His was the gaze of a high-end predator, throwing it's prey a seductive look, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
She blinked against the sting of tears. Fury curled in her stomach. She narrowed her eyes, and slapped him. She gritted out "May you never find satisfaction with another woman.
Neve, you're wicked, " he groaned as she rocked up against him even harder. "I hope that's not a problem for you, " she panted.
How about you ask me something like, "What do you want more than anything?" and I reply with, "A hellhound in my bed"?
