Quotes About Enchantment

She'd never seen such a thing back on Grave; a flower that bloomed only at night.

Oh, he's smitten all right, Marianne." "Is he, really?

It has memory's ear that can hear without having to hear. Like the gyroscope's fall, truly unequivocal because trued by regnant certainty, it is a power of strong enchantment. It is like the dove- neck animated by sun; it is memory's eye; it's conscientious inconsistency.

She reached out with her free hand, and when it came back, it glowed with a shaft of impossible light.

All that I saw and learned was a new delight to me...

Music is the strongest form of magic.

Be fearless. Be bold. Be Magic.

She was like a landscape you see from the train, and you want to stop just there.

don't look in my eyes you will fall into a deep well and drown

A good cook is like a sorceress who dispenses happiness.

We have a need for enchantment that is as deep and devoted as our need for food and water.

There's no subtext in Harry Potter really; it's all magic, anything can happen. Why do I say this? Because it's a magic spell. It's quite nice in a way. There is a real freedom to it.

In the distance, Bo saw a fairy. A fairy so beautiful that he felt proud of being called one in highschool.

Do you want to be mesmermized by the physical phenomenon?

Its almost like fairy dust, you know what I mean? Like you sprinkle your confidence over something, it just makes it fabulous automatically.

I don't really know you much at all, but you manage to slip your way into my dreams. I don't know how you do it, but I know one things for sure, I want to get to know you more.

The other day when I was walking through the woods, I saw a rabbit standing in front of a candle making shadows of people on a tree.

My two favorite colors of the rainbow are gold and leprechaun.

Ooooh Miss Laaaady...

With intellectual curiosity the world will always be full of magic and wonder.

I do not understand how anyone can live without one small place of enchantment to turn to.

She drew gallantry from men as the sun drew water. Her pertness enchanted them. Young men went away from her with a feeling of bravado. Old men were enslaved by her silver curls. Something about her was forever female and made all men virile.

I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.

I]t was the way The ruined moonlight fell across her hair, It was that, and it was more. — Mark Strand, from section II of "What It Was," Blizzard of One: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1998)