Quotes About Enchantment

Dem Meer wohnt ein Zauber inne. Menschen fühlten sich unwiderstehlich zu ihm hingezogen, wollten am Meer leben, im Meer schwimmen, spielen, es anschauen.

Seu cabelo é da cor do ouro. Pense como será maravilhoso quando você me cativar! O trigo, que também é dourado, me fará pensar de novo em você. E eu amarei ouvir o vento no trigal.

Daughter of the Erl King and the Elfen Queen, that's who you are.

Look, how come he showed up now? When you have other fairies in the woods? And does that sound crazy when you say it out loud, or what?

What had set the fae world off? I`d never seen one. Now you couldn`t throw a trowel without hitting a fairy.

The night swelled with magic; not the beneficent kind of love-magic that sweeps couples away, but the kind of magic that rips and tears, the enchantment that creeps out of the woods and pounces.

Even witches sing the blues

Atreyu comes from a land called Fantasia. It's an imaginary land.

I'm just a simple kid from Brooklyn who landed into the most enchanted lifestyle imaginable.

There's a side of fashion that's very analytical and data-oriented and methodical, but there's also a side of it that's just like magic. You can't quite put your finger on it, and you can't quite describe or prescribe a formula for how to get that magic exactly, but when you feel it and when you see it,you know that's what it is. It's magic.

I was enchanted by the escape into that meticulous world that seemed real yet not... well, it seemed not real, but very detailed and meticulous, bizarre.

No; the charm is worked by common sense, and the spell can only be broke by your acting stupidly.

I have no plans to call on you, Clarice, the world being more interesting with you in it.

But she pursued them through their tangled lair And caught them, and put fire-flies in their hair; And then they all joined hands, and round and round They danced a morris on the moonlit ground.

It was the smile of Narcissus bending over the water mirror, the deep, enchanted, protracted smile with which he stretched out his arms to the reflection of his own beauty, an ever so slightly contorted smile—contorted by the hopelessness of his endeavor to kiss the lovely lips of his shadow—and coquettish, inquisitive and mildly pained, beguiled and beguiling.

The world seemed spellbound in icy purity, its earthly blemishes veiled; it lay fixed in a deathlike, enchanted trance.

It's the pausing and the stopping, perhaps going backward and losing some time, not being able to do everything we're supposed to do, that serves the soul. That's the enchantment that feeds the soul.

Reader, she bit him.

always with that magical child air about her, that delightful sense of perpetually attending a party.

All else seemed sterile compared to what she witnessed in the woods.

There is necessary beauty in the world, I understand this. Beauty to attract mates, to attract prey, to attract pollinators. But so much of beauty seems to be bycatch, "unnecessary beauty," waste products of essential processes. The opalescence of the inside of an oyster shell, a rainbow around the moon, a baby's dreaming smile. Profligate beauty is a mystery to me. Sing praises.

She had never seen anyone like him before in her life. The clothes he wore, the sound of his voice, the expression in his eys, all made her feel that she had had z moomentary glimpse into another world - and she longed passionately to see it again, if only for a brief while.

Oh, lovely. Magical zombies have stolen my valknut.

It was his turn for a little bit of smoke to escape him. I leaned into Gabriel and asked softly, "Can you do that too?" His eyes never left Kostya, but his lips parted slightly. A tiny curl of smoke emerged. For some reason, it delighted me, but that delight was short-lived