Quotes About Enchantment

appeared on their backs. Then Kirsty and Rachel noticed that the

Oh, I hope we meet another Princess Fairy today," Rachel whispered

goblin's eyes widened with excitement. "Ooh! I feel just like

Daisy Meadows

Francesca the Football Fairy

Let's try, said Evelyn. Let's do it for the mermicorns.

Friendship Forest!

It was Jack Frost!

And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles.

The most profound enchantment for the collector is the locking of individual items within a magic circle in which they are fixed as the final thrill, the thrill of acquisition, passes over them.

But I did learn from Leonardo how a desire to marvel about the world that we encounter each day can make each moment of our lives richer.

People like you and me never grow old," he wrote a friend later in life. "We never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born.

And then there was Marella Herzog, a woman with a dog whistle that could call out the beast in me. I felt that if I could spend a week in her company I might grow back a full head of hair.

And see not ye that bonny road, Which winds about the fernie brae? That is the road to fair Elfland, Where you and I this night maun gae.

It was an aigrette, or plume, composed of two feathers of a vulture, fastened together by an opal, which with the changing light changed with a variability which enchanted the Swiss damsel who had never seen anything resembling it in her life.

Magic is the cheat codes for the world.

Fuck me, Bat gasped, It's like an angel shat ice cream coffee rainbows in my mouth.

In league with the fantastic. That's a thought to keep hold of.

Magic is the cheat codes for the world. Sending a signal to reality's operating system, see?

And for the first time in my life, I had that feeling. You know, like the world is moving all around you, all beneath you, all inside you, and you're floating.

how the cow by itself is just a cow, and the meadow by itself is just grass and flowers, and the sun peeking through the trees is just a beam of light, but put them all together and you've got magic.

I liked it. I liked her. And every time I saw her, she seemed more beautiful. She just seemed to glow. I'm not talking like a hundred-watt bulb; she just had this warmth to her. Maybe it came from climbing that tree. Maybe it came from singing to chickens.

Some people think that there are no fairies. But it is a wide world, and plenty of room in it for fairies, without people seeing them; unless, of course, they look in the right place.

There must be fairies; for this is a fairy tale: and how can one have a fairy tale if there are no fairies?