Quotes About Enchantment

Salad-anna-sconn, lookit yurr 'ee come.

It is a pity that Earth has lost its dragons, for they added immeasurably to the strangeness of our world. This, it seemed to me, was a good thing.

For what kind of world is it that has no unicorns?

One look at the tall, gorgeous, green-eyed brooder.. and I'd been hooked.

Really believing in once upon a time. Believing that it will draw you in, take you with me to a place you've never been before.

The thing I love watching most is the swirling cotton candy. The contraption for making it is like a flat-bottomed pan. One puts sugar in it, turns the crank, and after a while, a large shimmering ball emerges; it's like cotton—and like silk, too. Indeed, there's nothing lovelier.

The lure of the marvelous blunts our critical faculties.

A sedução do maravilhoso embota nossas faculdades críticas.

So beautiful! I had no idea! I had no idea...

I don't want realism, I want magic! Yes, yes, magic!

Druid fortress

If you were a witch and you could do magic, you could wear whatever clothing you wanted.

High modernism is numinous through and through, as the work of art provides one of the last outposts of enchantment in a spiritually degenerate world. Postmodernism, with its notorious absence of affect, is post-numinous. It is also in a sense post-aesthetic, since the aestheticisation of everyday life extends to the point where it undermines the very idea of a special phenomenon known as art. Stretched far enough, the category of the aesthetic cancels itself out.

Bags, and Double Bags! - Zedd

There is no place so dangerous as a world without magic.

Without delay, Tilly entered the ninth opening, a number that she knew from Baraccus had great meaning on things having to do with magic.

Faith itself, you see, is the key-the magic wand that they wave over the bubbling brew they have concocted to render it 'self-evident'.

Eliminate the tyranny of magic from mankind.

A good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.

It's still magic even if you know how it's done.

I'm not the world's greatest expert, but I would have thought that the wizards, witches, trolls, unicorns, ... broomsticks and spells would have given her a clue?' - when J.K. Rowling insisted she wasn't writing fantasy.

This time it had been magic. And it didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done.

It doesn't stop being magic just because you know how it works.

It was octarine, the colour of magic. It was alive and glowing and vibrant and it was the undisputed pigment of the imagination, because wherever it appeared it was a sign that mere matter was a servant of the powers of the magical mind. It was enchantment itself. But Rincewind always thought it looked a sort of greenish-purple.