Quotes About Enchantment

I stared at him, unable to believe this was happening. That he could just disappear, along with everything rich and strange he'd brought into my life. Vanished, like magic.

Only a fool conquers when he might instead seduce.

Because love and belief were serious magic in and of themselves.

Long gold hair, eyes so light they looked silvery, and golden skin, the man was blindingly beautiful. Every hair on my body lifted, all over, in unison. And I got the strangest thought: He's not human.

No es nada que yo haga, sidhe vidente -me dijo la criatura mágica-. Es lo que soy. Soy cada sueño erótico que hayas tenido nunca y mil más que nunca se te han llegado a pasar por la cabeza. Soy sexo en estado puro que te volverá del revés y te consumirá hasta dejarte reducida a cenizas. -Sonrió-. Y si quiero, luego puedo volver a hacer que estés entera.

maintain that blaming them for Besseta commissioning them to enchant me would be akin to blaming the blade for drawing blood. 'Tis the hand that wields the dagger, not the dagger itself.

Give me a Twilight moment, make me all shimmery, too?

springs from dark, blood magic, the most potent kind.

I still possess the True Magic even if I can't use it, and he doesn't.

Never had the mortal woman lived and breathed who could say no to a bit of fairy tail.   Gabby

She laughed. He was right. Her laughter was enchanting. So, too, the sparkle in her eyes as she glanced at him. He'd never seen eyes as darkly brown as hers. With her dark hair she should have been a study in monochrome, but she wasn't. Her cheeks matched her pink lips.

Until she'd known him she'd never experienced sorcery. Never known what it was like to feel passion. For the sheer blinding alchemy of that she would be forever grateful. But being with him was oddly more. It was the taste of an orange, the smell of a rose, the touch of the first spring raindrop expanded and multiplied and folded over itself. The meaning, perhaps, of joy.

I am your sugarplum fairy commodore in chief.

They say that the Devil is a charming man. And just like you I bet he can dance.

If you can explain magic, then it's not magic anymore.

Stories matter in an enchanted forest.

Magic is always impossible.... It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it's magic.

They say that your eyes contain fire, that your face fills with light.

She felt as if she had strayed into a fairy tale, as full of peril as of wonder, a place where anything could happen.

Living in that childish wonder is a most beautiful feeling - I can so well remember it. There was always something more - behind and beyond everything - to me, the golden spectacles were very, very big.

To dance to fey music is the beginning of the end.

Kate Saunders

Abracadabra! Fiddle-fee-fee! Open this book and read it to me!

Once she started seeing them, she could never unsee them. They stalked her, shreds of magic clinging to the real world everywhere she turned.