Quotes About Enchantment

Actually even the worst childhood is always enchanted, how awful.

The last time I came down from the enchanted saddle, my human sadness was so great that I swore never to again. The ride, however, continues on in me. I converse, I clean the house, I smile, but I know that the ride is within me.

Clark Ashton Smith

I'm in this relationship for the capes and castles.

You do something to me,Something that simply mystifies me.

Pleasure, most often delusive, may be born of delusion. Pleasure, herself a sorceress, may pitch her tents on enchanted ground. But happiness (or, to use a more accurate and comprehensive term, solid well-being) can be built on virtue alone, and must of necessity have truth for its foundation.

The fairies have washed their linen in the water of your dress.

At the first kiss I felt Something melt inside me That hurt in an exquisite way All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, All the secrets that slept deep within me came awake, Everything was transformed and enchanted And made sense.

He heard the opening being shut like a trap, and his heart almost stopped beating, for this was the Fairies' home…

Never wade through the pretty ripples of perpetually flowing rivers, until you have looked at their lovely waters, and prayed to them, and washed your hands in the pale enchanting water

Cromwell, suppose you'd been away from England for seven years? If you'd been like a knight in a story, lying under an enchantment? You would look around you and wonder, who are they, these people?

I tasted, sensed, wanted beauty.

Once upon a time, there was a human girl stolen away by faeries, and because of that, she swore to destroy them.

She's looking around the forest, as though if she can prove it isn't magic, then nothing else is, either. Which is stupid. All forests are magic.

Faerie might be beautiful, but its beauty is like a golden stag's carcass, crawling with maggots beneath his hide, ready to burst.

In Faerie, there are no fish sticks, no ketchup, no television.

It's magic I long for, magic I miss. Maybe I even miss being afraid. I feel as though I am dreaming away my days, restless, never fully awake.

What do they do?" I ask. He laughs. "They are beautiful - isn't that enough?

Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.

They loved him because he was a prince and a faerie and magical and you were supposed to love princes and faeries and magical people.

Let her alone,' said the enkanto, 'or I will curse you blind, lame, and worse.' The old man laughed. 'I'm a curse breaker, fool.' The elf grabbed one of the Jim Beam bottles from the table and slammed it down, so that he was holding a jagged glass neck. The elf smiled a very thin smile. 'Then I won't bother with magic.

All of Faerie is beautiful like this, with carnage hidden just beneath.

Lords and ladies who walk unseen, lords and ladies all in green, three times I stamp upon the earth..." Hazel hesitated and then gave the only reason she could think of why the Folk might grant her entry to their revel."Let me in for the sake of mirth.

It turns out birds can't really buy pizza, even if they're enchanted.