magic

Master of magic, god of war, Odin wanders alone.

I wish for magic this season,laughter and fun.I wish for mistletoe kisses-those sparkly ones.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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..

I can make you feel, and I can scare you for real.-Misty Lee

Maybe Harry Potter is real and you're not.

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.

Life is magical! You are magic!

Was he a real goblin? A minute ago Ben would have scoffed at the prospect, but then came the dragon.

If you hold back for fear of making a mistake you will never accomplish what you must.And with each challenge you will become stronger.

Maybe magic wasn__ the magic thing, when you grew up with it

DJ, are you awake? Freaking elf. __o home, Rand._ I am home. Where are you? I frowned and burrowed my face into the soft down pillow. Which wasn__ my pillow. Holy crap. What had happened? I sat up and took in several observations at once, none of which made sense and all of which sent my heart rate jack-rabbiting hard enough to send my blood pressure into the ozone. First, I was lying beneath a heavy bedspread woven in a rich blue-and-cream print. The bed was an elaborate confection made to look like an antique half-tester, and a brass chandelier hung overhead. I recognized the Hotel Monteleone. I recognized Jean Lafitte__ bedroom in the posh Eudora Welty Suite in the Monteleone. I didn__ have a clue as to how I got here. Second, I wore only underwear. My clothes were thrown across a chair in the corner. I had no recollection of removing them. Third, the pillow next to mine still held the clear indentation of a head, and there was water running behind the closed bathroom door. What in God__ name had I done? Rand! Where are you? So help me, if that elf was behind this, I__ splay him open like a catfish and watch his guts fall on the floor. Then I__ batter and deep-fry him. God, Dru. Stop shrieking like an elven shrew. I think you got too cold and went into a survival state.

Awareness seeped in and brought its friends Pain and Agony for a visit.

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.

Cleery said, "We'll pass it on, Knobs. There'll still be magic in the world.