Sturm und Drang?” “Ah…I see that I’ll have to introduce you to the finer points of German literature. It means passionate turmoil—literally translated, ‘storm and stress.’
Class is entirely intangible, and the way it affects things isn't subject to scientific analysis, and it's not supposed to be real but it's pervasive and powerful. See; just like magic.
Her wide, gorgeous smile was the culprit. It was pure magic. Neighbors lined the parking lot, eager to empty their pockets, all so she'd shine that beam on them.
Warning: Contains a Norman warrior with a thirst for justice, a Welsh rebel princess with second sight and a steady bow hand, magical prophecies, and a plot of royal proportions.
She stretched beneath him, bare and aching, held captive by an entirely new form of magic, one she'd thought existed only in books and movies.
This is the thing: people think that magic doesn't exist, but it does, all the time. We use spells every day: the spell of forgiveness, the spell of thanks.
There are some wonderful aspects to Christmas. It's magical. And each year, from at least November, well, September, well, if I'm honest, May, I look forward to it hugely.
The function of the educator is to discover in each individual child the gifts implanted in her by Almighty God and to develop and dedicate them to His service.
I took a step back, shaking my head, wishing I could place a gnarly black hex on him. My daddy taught me better than that.
Lovely phrases had lit candles in her mind, one after the other, till she felt intoxicated with the brightness.
Once outside the magic circle the writers became their lonely selves, pondering on poems, observing their fellow men ruthlessly, putting people they knew into novels; no wonder they were without friends.
Everybody makes mistakes. But that's the magic of family--knowing that underneath whatever you've said and done, you are still loved. And that you always will be, no matter what.
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
I saw pearls in her mouth and the velvet cushion of her tongue and I heard the magic words come out of her.
There was water and waves all around. They ran towered the shore, and made way for the boat as it ran through. At the back of the boat, water squirted out and some of it was white. It was magical.
I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us
I don’t do magic. I turn your attention back to Friday night and the big-ass sword I was carrying. My job is to run and swing.
Any thing or behavior too complex to understand becomes a phenomenon that could be termed spiritual or magical.
Dwarf mothers didn’t handicap their young by teaching them to be polite. My neighbors were as short on manners as they were on stature.
Sometimes, I wondered if I might speed up his words by grabbing his wrists and finishing his gestures for him.
I decide that we could always indulge ourselves later. First, I had a soul-eating stone of power to poke with a stick.
