Quotes About Enchantment

My inner world was as vast, unlimited, and enchanted as any fairy tale.

Oh yeah? How about M'Lin the cursed?

Love is such a magic thing. It can make you feel like you're floating in the clouds without a trouble in the world.

Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim

To him the magic of their mysteries; To him the book of Night was opened wide, And voices from the deep abyss revealed A marvel and a secret. —Be it so.

Now it is thus with time in Elfland: in the eternal beauty that dreams in that honied air nothing stirs or fades or dies, nothing seeks its happiness in movement or change or a new thing, but has its ecstasy in the perpetual contemplation of all the beauty that has ever been, and which always glows over those enchanted lawns as intense as when first created by incantation or song.

I'm wild again,Beguiled again,A simpering, whimpering child again—Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.

Odd how a man who never smiled could make her feel things she didn't know existed. He held her heart in his hands. From the moment she saw him, some thread had linked them together.

KeepCalmAndRideAUnicorn

What drew her into O'Riley's like a bee to honey was the six-foot, broad-shouldered, dark eyes, dark smile of Finn O'Riley himself.

There's more magic in a baby's first giggle than in any firestorm a wizard can conjure up, and don't let anyone tell you any different.

Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!

I realized then what had happened. She had turned us--all of us, except for Mouse--into great, gaunt, long-legged hounds. Wonderful! Lea said, pirouetting upon one toe, laughing. Come, children! And she leapt off into the jungle, nimble and swift as a doe. A bunch of us dogs stood around for a moment, just sort of staring at one another. And Mouse said, in what sounded to me like perfectly understandable English, That bitch .

I love being a wizard. Every day is like Disneyland.

I don't believe in faeries!

There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.

The best thing about my faerie godmother is that the creepy just keeps on coming.

I put the ick in magic.

And I knew that there was some dark corner of me that would enjoy using magic for killing—and then long for more. That was black magic, and it was easy to use. Easy and fun. Like Legos

Magic. It can get a guy killed.

How long have you been a Sidhe-sicle?

I felt my face stretch in a victorious smile. The potion had worked. I was inside. I had to suppress an urge to break into a soft shoe routine. Sometimes being able to use magic was so cool.

Mab] was pale, beautiful on a scale that beggared simple description, and I harbored a healthy and rational terror of her.

One thing you can count on when visiting the Nevernever: you don't ever get bored.