Quotes About Enchantment

magical red cart. Both cats

It was going to be absolutely grimmawesomely, grimmazingly snowtastic!

un'alchimista casalinga, che fa magie caserecce

C'è un alone di stregoneria in tutta la cucina; la scelta degli ingredienti, il modo in cui vengono mescolati, grattugiati, sciolti, le infusioni e come si insaporiscono, le ricette prese da vecchi libri, gli utensili tradizionali

Like all other acts of creation, magic is just a state of mind

And I, her daughter, listening wide-eyed to her charming apocrypha, with tales of Mithras and Baldur the Beautiful and Osiris and Quetzalcoatl all interwoven with stories of flying chocolates and flying carpets and the Triple Goddess and Aladdin's crystal cave of wonders and the cave from which Jesus rose after three days, amen, abracadabra, amen.

May the magic and the thrill of the holiday season stretch on

Charm: the quality in others that makes us more satisfied with ourselves.

Do magic. Enter her heart, without touching her.

You're too good to be true. I can't take my eyes off you.

Appreciate the beauty you see everyday, invent what you desire to see and enjoy the fantasies you love to imagine.

And above them, a plume of thistledown caught the light of the stars.

Of course, the greater one's need, the greater one's propensity to be mesmerized.

Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.

Flowers really do intoxicate me.

I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag.

As long as I love Beauty I am young.

And softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

I went out to the hazel wood because a fire was in my head cut and peeled a hazel wand and hooked a berry to a thread and when white moths were on the wing and moth-like stars were flickering out I dropped the berry in a stream, and caught a little silver trout.... (Song of Wandering Aengus)

Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is said It was the dream itself enchanted me ("The Circus Animal's Desertion")

On Midsummer Eve, when the bonfires are lighted on every hill in honour of St. John, the fairies are at their gayest, and sometime steal away beautiful mortals to be their brides.

such are the topsy-turvydoms of faery glamour—in a cockleshell.

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

The way to read a fairy tale is to throw yourself in.