Quotes About Enchantment

Simawoo," Cassiopeia chanted absently as she drew. "Simawoo, Simawoo, Simahwooooooo

Le comble de la séduction, c'est de lui donner l'illusion que tu n'es pas en train d'essayer de la séduire.

Il existe des femmes dont le mystère s'évente d'un seul coup lorsqu'elles se mettent à rire. Comme si quelqu'un allumait des néons de salle de bains au milieu d'une forêt de conte de fées. Toi, tu fais pousser des forêts de conte de fées dans un bouquet de néon.

Tu cuerpo se parece, hasta confundirse con él, a ese árbol frutal que tiene la particularidad de no producir más que dos frutos por vida. Cuentan que si te duermes entre sus ramas te despiertas enamorado.

Am urcat scara de incendiu purtat de dorin?a de a ?ti totul despre aceast? siren? cereasc?. Iar acum a? sta pironit, pân? când mijesc zorii, doar s? m? uit la spectacolul buzelor ei frem?t?toare.

Love is the 8th wonder of the world.

Ill show you a Sweet dream

Maybe that is what it takes to love someone. Finding a happy mystery you would like to unravel for ever.

Impossible. An old elf swearword.

I could hardly breathe, watching her, and didn't even notice it was beginning to rain. I was just mesmerized by her. All eleven trillion cells of her.

Life is pain," he said, sadly. "But it's also magic, Papa.

As she spoke, Mrs Elm's eyes came alive, twinkling like puddles in moonlight.

if you see magic often enough it starts to look normal.

I always liked fog," she wrote, "it lends such a soft, beautifying light to things that otherwise in the broad glare of day would be rude and commonplace.

Magic can be found everywhere, if you know how to look for it. ... And where there is magic, there was hope.

The heightened sanity of science and the sheer lunacy of magic. It's in the area where they overlap that we both are able to find... ecstasy!

Jake Hunter scowling was enough to make a woman drool. Jake Hunter smiling made her want to climb right up all six feet four inches of him and settle in for a long visit.

Kafka remarks, with surprise, with enchantment, that he has entered into literature as soon as he can substitute "He" for "I." This is true, but the transformation is much more profound. The writer belongs to a language which no one speaks, which is addressed to no one, which has no center, and which reveals nothing.

Nothing in the whole world is so athirst for beauty as the soul, nor is there anything to which beauty clings so readily. There is nothing in the world capable of such spontaneous up-lifting, of such speedy ennoblement; nothing that offers more scrupulous obedience to the pure and noble command it receives.

Her sweet bearing and fresh beauty Have wounded without sword or lance... —William Dunbar "Beauty and the Prisoner

Life's not easy for unicorns, you know. We're a dying breed.

Someday you're really going to have to describe to me in more detail what life is like on the planet you live on. Because it sounds really great, and I'd like to visit there one day.

His smile was deep and dark, like a thousand books begging to be read, like the doorway to Narnia.

Looking at him was like staring at a prism; you saw something different from every angle. The one definite was that you couldn't stop looking at him.