Quotes About Enchantment

Also, how could anyone who loves books not love a book that is itself so in love with books?

There is too such a thing as sex on legs. What it looks like might depend on your definition, but hoo boy, does it exist. Everyone's got a type that makes them stop in a crowd, turn around for a better look, and stare until they realize they're embarrassing themselves. Either that, or the wet dream walking turns around to give you the eye or flip you the finger.

Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together, Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!

This cabinet is formed of gold And pearl and crystal shining bright, And within it opens into a world And a little lovely moony night.

Poetry, like the moon, does not advertise anything.

The Land of Faery,Where nobody gets old and godly and grave,Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise,Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.

Everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.

Fairies in Ireland are sometimes as big as we are, sometimes bigger, and sometimes, as I have been told, about three feet high.

A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and half asleep, Until she came into the Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue. And she is still there, busied with a dance Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood, Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top.

Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.

It was the dream itself enchanted me: Character isolated by a deed To engross the present and dominate memory. Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of. [from "The Circus Animals' Desertion"]

The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue

When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossoms in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. . . .

Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.

Books are not seldom talismans and spells.

Hands folded under my chin, I drifted. A bruise-colored cloud hung over Koko Head. A transistor radio twanged on a seawall where a Hawaiian family picnicked on the sand. The sun-warmed shallow water had a strange boiled-vegetable taste. The moment was immense, still, glittering, mundane. I tried to fix each of its parts in memory. I did not consider, even passingly, that I had a choice when it came to surfing. My enchantment would take me where it would.

I did not consider, even passingly, that I had a choice when it came to surfing. My enchantment would take me where it would.

you know, a daydream properly utilized can be the most powerful force in the universe. One need only dream of freedom to begin to break the spell of enslavement.

The garden is a miraculous place, and anything can happen on a beautiful moonlit night.

But in these woods it's best to believe in all possibilities. There's more in these woods than a man can ever hope to understand.

And there it was again, the magic of music.

Humanities are the instructors of enchantment.

Magicians lose the opportunity to experience a sense of wonder.

Nature's most cunning Trojan Horse is a woman's smile.