Quotes About Enchantment

Love is the enchanted dawn of every heart.

The loveliest of faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye and half with the fancy.

But to see her was to love her, love but her, and love her forever

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

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, everything made sense.

Oh oh it's magic When I'm with you Oh oh it's magic You know it's true Got a hold on you

Love is the strange bewilderment that overtakes one person on account of another person.

To know her was to love her

There is something inexpressibly charming in falling in love and, surely, the whole pleasure lies in the fact that love isn't lasting

This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.

There is magic in everything, only you must watch for it. It does not come from spells or potions or the sky, nor by special delivery of the gods. It is all around you.

We are easily seduced. It's magic lures us, and we are it's willing victims.

What is magic but what we don't yet understand

Watch and you will find the magic.

I have no fingers, but can pick you apart, I'm not a healer, but can mend a heart, I amuse and hush, decieve and astound, And there's no sword forged that can cut me down. With rosy enticement and pouty appeal, I can twist and shape and pour forth zeal, I am made of snare, touch and gold. And you, kind sir, add a touch of bold. - (A riddle by Kazi)

There is magic in everything, only you must watch for it. It does not come from spells or potions or the sky, nor by special delivery

It all came back. Yes, it came back. For the last two months it had ceased to be; it had been blotted out—hidden, forgotten; there had been no such thing. An enchanter's wand had been waved above that dreary square-built house in the dusty lane, and a fairy palace had arisen for her habitation; a fairy-land of beauty and splendour had spread itself around her, a paradise in which she wandered hand in hand with a demigod.

Jack. "It's a picture of these woods!

I wish we could go there," he said. The wind started to blow. Jack looked out one last time at the Chinese couple. They seemed to be glowing like stars.

Do . . . I . . . smell . . . candy?

Maryrose Wood

Lumawoo, look! Boo!

The Incorrigible Land, and Lumawoo, Too.

and Lumawoo, too?