Quotes About Enchantment

To see the world for a moment as something rich and strange is the private reward of many a discovery.

One of the strange things about imaginary food is that it allows us to take pleasure in reading about things that we would never want to eat in real life.

'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' had a formative effect on me. I think it's one of those works that if you encounter it very early you're doubly enchanted by the beauty of the language and the strangeness of the vision. It stays with you.

The secret world she had entered danced to a different song.

Talk about enchantment. Forget about working for something just to have it fall apart on you. Let the magic come. That's what I say. Let the magic come and fill in every inch of that little black crack behind your breastbone.

when you're a little kid. Everything is a sparkling wonder.

I'd learned early that fatness in a book wasn't a warning sign, but rather a promise that you would be allowed to remain in its world for a longer time.

The second mode is shamanistic incantation.

The more religious people are, the more they believe in black magic. (Aleister Crowley)1

I think what makes Narnia a magical place is that it offers escapism - escapism from a world that is so different from the reality known by the characters and the reality known by the fans.

I'm often daydreaming, and it's because I've always liked the idea of there being something more than the normal world.

You immediately hear the word 'Merlin,' you think magic, you think adventure, excitement - you also think 'an old man.'

fantastic shadows of birds

The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.

And after that they had gone through many streets they came to a little door that was set in a wall that was covered with a pomegranate tree. And the old man touched the door with a ring of graved jaspar and it opened, and they went down five steps of brass into a garden filled with black poppies and green jars of burnt clay.

Leave us some unreality. Do not make us too offensively sane.

Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs;

A coisa mais banal se torna deliciosa se a escondermos

Not knowing what he sees, he adores the sight; That false face fools and fuels his delight

She was one of those women who kind of numb a fellow's faculties. She made me feel as if I were ten years old and had been brought into the drawing room in my Sunday clothes to say how-d'you-do.

And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him. The girl in front of him seemed to disappear, and all there was in the hallway was him and the sweet, beautiful smell of his blood.

Like pleasure, beauty should be savored and enjoyed

And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him.

I remember her telling me once that rabbits were the gnomes in attendance to the Fairy Queen and that the stars were God's daisy chain. Perfect rot, of course.