Quotes About Enchantment

Fascination exists only in the imagination of the fascinated.

What magic there is in a girl's smile! It is the raisin which, dropped in the yeast of male complacency, induces fermentation.

Wait till you see her. Sort of woman who makes you feel that your hands are the color of a frightful tomato and the size of a billiard table, if you know what I mean.

Your eyes have the colour of the moon

But you, cloudless girl, question of smoke, corn tassel. You were what the wind was making with illuminated leaves. Behind the nocturnal mountains, white lily of conflagration, ah, I can say nothing!  You were made of everything.

Sometimes all you need is a sprinkle of magic.

It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.

I selected all my books for the possibility of some flare of candles along the road toward illumination or enchantment

There is no city on Earth quite like Charleston. From the time I first came there in 1961, it's held me in its enchanter's power, the wordless articulation of its singularity, its withheld and magical beauty. Wandering through its streets can be dreamlike and otherworldly, its alleyways and shortcuts both fragrant and mysterious, yet as haunted as time turned in on itself.

Sophie von Hahn refused to be cowed, embarrassed, resentful, dishonest or passed over. [...] She intended to bewitch her straying childhood lover all over again, and free him from whatever noxious enchantment had induced him to be censorious and horrid. No fear, no guilt, no shame. She set out to win.

She was music, poetry, and the enchantment which lies just over the edge of thought.

In the words of futurist Arthur C. Clarke, 'Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

We must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence, to find that enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song. But in that dance, and in that song, the most ancient rites of our conscience fulfill themselves in the awareness of being human. —Pablo Neruda, Toward the Splendid City

This magical night seemed unreal, or rather, as real as a dream.

Even in the still shadowed places, glowbirds nestled like Japanese lanterns above lighted walkways, glowing swingvines, and illuminated hanging bridges, while fireflies from Old Earth and radiant gossamers from Maui-Covenant blinked and coded their way through labyrinths of leaves, mixing with constellations sufficiently to fool even the most starwise traveler.

I couldn't wait to see then again, beautiful things. Extraordinary.

Wanda Bone Bouvier had that thing that makes a hound leap against its cage. It ws a quality that was partly a bonus from nature and partly learned from cheesecake calendars and Tanya Tucker albums.

I really love being human. But some days I really wish I could be a fairy.

You must learn to get in touch with the innermost essence of your being. This true essence is beyond the ego. It is fearless; it is free; it is immune to criticism; it does not fear any challenge. It is beneath no one, superior to no one, and full of magic, mystery, and enchantment.

You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love… I love… I love you.

"We have tried to run from our love, but our souls crave this magic."

"You have bewitched me, body and soul and I love, love, love you."

Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed.

Brian remained enchanted by the music of words - what he once called 'the incredible foot-stomping joy of a well tuned phrase.