Quotes About Enchantment

Her mouth was a miracle, plain and simple. Heaven. He had never believed in heaven or God until that moment. Until he found it in her.

He wanted to mesmerize her. To bring her under his spell. She was completely captivating him. Ensnaring him when he hadn't thought it was possible for anyone to do such a thing.

Her lips brushed his chin, feathered along his jaw, then nibbled enticingly at the edge of his mouth. "I think you should be locked up. You're positively lethal to women." "Not to women, only to you." Gregori stopped her teasing mouth with his own, taking possession despite the fact that the boat was almost alongside them. He was helpless in the web of her spell. She was magic, beauty, fascination.

She moved a slow hand to push her hair aside. The small movement sent her muscles clenching around him. Mikhail. Who was this man who had so easily taken over her life and her body? Raven lifted her head and studied his face. So handsome. So dark and mysterious. His eyes held so many secrets; his mouth was so sensual; it took her breath away.

I think you've managed to put some kind of spell on me." "If I did," he whispered, "it backfired, and I managed to ensnare myself as well.

Enchantment and seduction were fine means of persuasion, but when time is short, an awkward but quick concussion could better serve a girl's purpose.

All was still and quiet. It seemed as if a magician had placed an enchantment upon the earth and that everything in the world was bound in an eternal sleep and would remain frozen and unchanging forevermore underneath the watchful gaze of the twinkling stars.

Our strength with magic grants us as much leisure as we desire. We neither hunt nor farm, and, as a result, we spend our days working to master our interests, whatever they might be. Very little exists that we must strive for." Through

Az Sweldn rak Anhûin

Take your sorcerer's stone elsewhere.

A muffled whump emanated from the blade, and the sword rose a half inch out of its scabbard, as if pushed from beneath, and small tongues of flame leaped up from the mouth of the sheath, licking the underside of the hilt.

Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

Beautiful. Autumn-raw. She must be a witch of some kind

To make yourself beautiful you oiled your body with honey, enchanting the bees.

You must be a wizard." She took an unsteady breath. "Because you can turn a rational, intelligent woman into a lusty wench who would do anything—anything—to have you between her thighs." "Good

The delight we inspire in others has this enchanting peculiarity that, far from being diminished like every other reflection, it returns to us more radiant than ever.

Who has been unhooking the stars without my permission, and putting them on the table in the guise of candles?

It felt both profoundly magical and beautifully ordinary.

Magic to be its best must be unexpected".

He was a shooting star and he blinded me with his light.

Magic, to be its best, must be unexpected.

anyone who saw the magic in books had to be good.

those "who realize that books are magic… will have the brightest lives.

Beautiful things may be admired, if not loved.