Quotes About Enchantment

an enchanted tent that swore angrily to itself when self-pitching, thus saving you the effort.

I succeeded in bewitching a fair number and in being intoxicated with my mistakes.

The world owes its enchantment to these curious creatures and their fancies; but its multiple complicity rejects them. Thistledown spirits, tragic, heartrending in their evanescence, they must go blowing headlong to perdition.

All the same, persons who base their calculations on the inexorable pressure of the force of circumstance assume, correctly, that such lives are doomed. The world owes its enchantment to these curious creatures and their fancies, but its multiple complicity rejects them. Thistledown spirits, tragic, heart-rending in their evanescence, they must go blowing headlong to perdition.

Elles étaient en touffes avec des racines d'or, épanouies, enfoncées dans les ténèbres et qui soulevaient des mottes luisantes de nuit. (à propos des étoiles)

I must remember about chandeliers and dancing, about swans and roses and snow.

Only the magic and the dream are true - all the rest's a lie. Let it go. Here is the secret. Here.

Art is enchantment and artists have the right of spells. ... The success of later Shakespeare is the success of spells, where every element, however uneven, however incredible, is fastened to the next with perfect authority. The enchanted world shimmers but does not waver. A Midsummer Night's Dream is the first of his plays to accomplish this, The Tempest is enchantment's apotheosis.

Can this be true, this simple obvious message, or am I like those shipwrecked mariners who seize an empty bottle and eagerly read out what isn't there? And yet you are there, here, sprung like a genie to ten times your natural size, towering over me, holding me in your arms like mountain sides. Your red hair blazing and you are saying, Make three wishes and they shall all come true. Make three hundred and I will honour every one.

The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.

I didn't love stickers and unicorns and stuff, but just if I were to ride on the back of a beast to work, I want it to be a frickin' unicorn.

Were the eye not of the sun, How could we behold the light? If God's might and ours were not as one, How could His work enchant our sight?

The moon's a powerful mistress. She can reach through any wall or covering and work her wicked charms.

I can't help but view the world mystically. It's how I see it. I'm not a strict materialist. I think there's much more to the world than what we see with our five senses.

The thing about the banjo is, when you first hear it, it strikes many people as 'What's that?' There's something very compelling about it to certain people; that's the way I was; that's the way a lot of banjo players and people who love the banjo are.

In college, I used to underline sentences that struck me, that made me look up from the page. They were not necessarily the same sentences the professors pointed out, which would turn up for further explication on an exam. I noted them for their clarity, their rhythm, their beauty and their enchantment.

I was always sort of mystified and excited about the world of country music. Something about it struck me as enchanted.

A world in which elves exist and magic works offers greater opportunities to digress and explore.

Entitlement is the opposite of enchantment.

'Enchanted' illustrates how impractical fairy-tale ideals are in the World As We Know It, and yet, Giselle's unabashed optimism always seems to magically find its time and place.

In my research, what I found most interesting was how common and ordinary magic was to people in the past.

It would have been nice to have had unicorns.

The sky is where mathematics and magic become one.

Vaya —exclamó—. ¿Dónde estamos? Una fuerte carcajada sonó por encima de sus cabezas. —Casi nunca llegan tan lejos..., o tan cerca, según cómo se mire —dijo una criatura encaramada en un árbol.