Magic Spell Quotes

“Magical practice and tarot give you the tools and opportunities to cultivate, explore, and expand that world, and its boundaries are infinite. Just like you.”
― Sasha Graham, 365 Tarot Spells: Creating the Magic in Each Day

“The intoxication of fragrances casts its magic spell on me.”
― Avijeet Das

“For a moment Zeno feels that he might be able to speak it into existence: if he says exactly the right words, right now, like a magic spell, it will happen.”
― Anthony Doerr, Cloud Cuckoo Land

“My parents are worried about me, so they take me to a lady, so I can talk about my dragon. She says she knows about dragons like mine. I am hoping for a magic spell or a dragon slayer, with sword in hand. No such luck; just a tiny woman dressed in a short skirt with a lot of pleats and a fancy top with tons of sparkles.
[…]
She looks me in the eye and for some reason I don't feel like I have to look away.”
― Jan Esh & Stephen Nauta, Help! There's a Dragon in My Head

“After savouring a riot of hues
you find pleasure in bland pastels.
From a magic spell to
naked stark Truth..

O' Assiduous Autumn',
you endure it all.”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“All her life, she'd tried to find ways to sneak out of the castle. Ironically, only last year, she'd discovered the best way to sneak out was to actually pay attention to her lessons. Her magic lessons, that was.
"Rays of sunshine," she whispered, "align!"
As soon as she spoke the words, a powerful ray of light shone upon Aurora, concealing her from the guards' views. It wouldn't last long, so she hastily clambered over the castle wall.”
― Elizabeth Lim, A Twisted Tale Anthology

“She picked a raspberry, stared at it a moment, and then popped it into her mouth. For an instant, it felt smooth and tasteless, and then she squashed it. Sharp sweetness exploded gloriously over her tongue. It was so overwhelmingly raspberry that it felt as if it invaded her skull and displaced every thought--- there was only flavor. Powerful, intoxicating flavor. She'd forgotten what a freshly picked berry tasted like.
On Alyssium, the fruit was imported. There wasn't space on the city island for gardens or orchards or berry patches. The emperor had had his greenhouses, filled with delicacies, but a librarian... She hadn't tasted a just-ripened raspberry since her childhood.
It tasted like a bite of sunshine.
Caz poked her ankle. "Are you poisoned?"
"I'm in ecstasy," she corrected.
"Huh," Caz said. "You really think this will work?"
Kiela opened her eyes and again surveyed the wealth of berries before her, a glorious chaos of ruby-red riches, enough to create many jars of jam. "I think it's perfect.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop