Libba Bray Quotes About Magic

Quotes about: Magic

• We sit and listen and are enthralled anew, for good stories, it seems, never lose their magic.

  Libba Bray

  Magic, Stories, Good Story

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.166, Simon and Schuster

• But...you could have whatever you wished." "Exactly," he says, nuzzling my neck. "But," I say, "you could turn stones to rubies or ride in a fine gentleman's carriage." Kartik puts his hands on either side of my face. "To each his own magic," he says and kisses me again.

  Libba Bray

  Kissing, Hands, Gentleman

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.404, Simon and Schuster

• Because you can't keep up the illusion forever," I say. "No one has that much magic.

  Libba Bray

  Forever, Magic, Illusion

  Libba Bray (2010). “Rebel Angels”, p.376, Simon and Schuster

• To each his own magic.

  Libba Bray

  Magic

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.404, Simon and Schuster

• I will tell you the story of how we found ourselves in a realm where dreams are formed, destiny is chosen, and magic is as real as a handprint in the snow.

  Libba Bray

  Dream, Real, Destiny

  Libba Bray (2010). “A Great and Terrible Beauty”, p.60, Simon and Schuster

• Learn to master yourself-to understand both your fears and your desires. That's the key to magic. Then, no one shall have any hold over you. Remember... the magic (sic)... is a living thing, joined to whomever it touches and changed by them as well... You must come to know everything-even your darkest corners. Especially those...Everything has its price.

  Libba Bray

  Keys, Over You, Magic

• Don't you? if you keep them from the magic, they will never know what their lives could be.' They will remain protected,' Asha insists. No, 'I say. 'Only untested.

  Libba Bray

  Magic, Protected, Knows

  Libba Bray (2015). “The Gemma Doyle Trilogy”, p.1287, Delacorte Press

• No person has ever held all the power. There must be a balance between chaos and order, dark and light. With the Temple magic bound to you, the realms are no longer in balance. The power could change you... and you could change the magic.

  Libba Bray

  Dark, Light, Order

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.67, Simon and Schuster

• The rules of magic, my dear, are best not discusses. For once we understand the illusion, we no longer believe it.

  Libba Bray

  Believe, Magic, Illusion

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.213, Simon and Schuster

• Forget your pain. It was what I said when I took Father's hand in the drawing room yesterday, what I repeated again tonight. But I didn't mean this. I must be careful. Yet what bothers me isn't the power of the magic or how, to a person, they've all accepted it as truth. No, what unsettles me the most is how much I want to believe it too.

  Libba Bray

  Pain, Father, Believe

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.177, Simon and Schuster

• She was chosen,' Mae insists. No, you're wrong,' I say. 'She was only a girl.'... She was gone for some time. You were the only force that kept her from turning completely. That's magic. Perhaps the most powerful I've seen.' -In response to Felicity's love for Pippa keeping her from turning into a Winterland creature.

  Libba Bray

  Girl, Powerful, Magic

• It is how it has always been. We will accept the legacy of our ancestors,' Asha says, smiling, and in her smile I do not see warmth or wisdom; I see fear. You're afraid of losing your hold on them,' I say coolly. I? I have no power.' Don't you? If you keep them from the magic, they will never know what their lives could be.' They will remain protected,' Asha insists. No,' I say. 'Only untested' -page 569

  Libba Bray

  Magic, Pages, Legacy

  Libba Bray (2009). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.364, Simon and Schuster

• You evah hear of a magic screw?' I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.

  Libba Bray

  Laughing, Magic, Screws

• It's only his thumb brushing slowly across the lower edge of my lip, but it's as if time slows and the sweep of that thumb below my mouth takes forever. It is no spell that I know of, but it holds such magic, I can scarcely breath. He pulls his hand away fast, aware of what he's done. But his touch lingers.

  Libba Bray

  Hands, Forever, Magic

  Libba Bray (2010). “A Great and Terrible Beauty”, p.246, Simon and Schuster

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