Quotes About Enchantment

Sometimes you can't explain what you see in a person. It's just the way they take you to a place no one else can.

Charm is the ability to make someone else think that both of you are pretty wonderful.

When people ask what I see in you, I just smile and look away because I'm afraid if they knew, they'd fall in love with you too.

Witchcraft transforms the world. He wanted only to join in.

It was a little like spell-work, I thought, for your hands must be busy, and your mind sharp and free.

Our goddess of the moon is gifted with magic, with power over the dead. She could banish the dreams, if she wished.

Quando sorrideva, la pelle attorno ai suoi occhi si increspava come carta tenuta vicino a una fiamma. Achille stesso era come una fiamma. Splendeva, attirava lo sguardo di tutti. C'era qualcosa d'incantevole in lui persino quando era appena sveglio, con i capelli scarmigliati e il volto ancora impastato di sonno.

This wash is excellent, what is it?" "Thistle, artemisia, celery, sulfur. Magic.

She was taller than I was, taller than any woman I had ever seen. Her black hair was loose down her back, and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.

El gajo de la luna se empequeñeció más y más, pero yo seguí mirándola incluso cuando se me entornaron los párpados para sentir el brillo azafranado de su figura sobre los párpados.

She was taller than I was, taller than any woman I had ever seen. Her black hair was loose down her back, and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon. She was so close I could smell her, seawater laced with dark brown honey. I did not breathe. I did not dare.

Be witness to the power of Circe, witch of Aiaia.

It was not just his words, though they were clever enough. It was everything together: his face, his gestures, the sliding tones of his voice. I would say it was like a spell he cast, but there was no spell I knew that could equal it. the gift was his alone.

Lady of the silver moon Enchantress of the night Protect me and mine within this circle fairly cast. Earth Mother, mother of the sleeping earth, Keep safe all who gather here Within the protective shelter of your arms. By the earth that is Her body, By the air that is Her breath, By the fire that is Her bright spirit, And by the living waters of Her womb, Our circle is cast, None shall come to harm here, From any forces, On any level. As we will, So shall it be done. As we will, So mote it be.

Lisa said it sounded like magic!

Maybe the moon is beautiful only because it is far.

I have passed by many eyes but only got lost in yours.

Creo que el príncipe de este mundo será entronado esta noche en la antigua ciudadela, y desde allí creará una nueva comunidad. -Y su nombre será la Iglesia universal del hombre.

Mess with a magical chic and you get some major clean-up when she is pissed!!!

Often, as I reflected on this story, it seemed to me a kind of image of my own life—the life of a man who gorged himself on pessimism, believing he would find in it a means to a dazzling and meteoric existence, loving his own despair until the day he realized—too late—that he could no longer emerge from it, and that he had thus fallen into the trap of his own enchantments.

As she slowly came to, the princess, fascinated, gazed at the card, and this time her haggard eyes grew wide with astonishment. For upon the card, which until now had appeared immaculately white, letters were gradually becoming visible, and the princess read: "Fan-tô-mas!

something which had taken place had not taken place for me; the fascination of my book, a magic as potent as the deepest slumber, had stopped my enchanted ears and had obliterated the sound of that golden bell from the azure surface of the enveloping silence.

he was like a man into whose life a woman, whom he has seen for a moment passing by, has brought a new form of beauty, which strengthens and enlarges his own power of perception, without his knowing even whether he is ever to see her again whom he loves already, although he knows nothing of her, not even her name.

The sea thus enchants us like music, which, unlike language, never bears the traces of things, never tells us anything about human beings, but imitates the stirrings of the soul.