Quotes About Enchantment

There's so much wonder in the world. Don't let no one tell you otherwise.

Now that I've seen her, I can't stop seeing her.

The forest was white in the snowfall, but still seemed to hold more secrets than she had ever thought possible.

Half the men in the room were drawn to her as flies to a ripe apricot.

One of them had a large wooden sign nailed to its door proclaiming, NO SYMPATHY! I wondered what non-arcane visitors might think of the warning.

There is something powerfully beguiling about the excited eyes of a young woman. They can pull all manner of nonsense out of a foolish young man, and I was no exception to this rule.

What's in the water? - Flowers and the part of the moon that isn't in the sky tonight.

So strange and rare. So full of faraway.

Her skin was more luminous than the moon, her eyes wider than the sky, deeper than the water, darker than the night.

Pero creo que no me amaba, porque me atrapó con una sonrisa adorable y luego desapareció sin decir palabra. Como el rocío bajo la débil luz del amanecer. -Como un sueño al despertar -añadió Denna con una sonrisa. -Como una doncella feérica deslizándose entre los árboles.

Looking up, I saw her and all I could think was, beautiful. Beautiful.

One of the masters at the University once told me that there were seven words that would make a woman love you." I made a deliberately casual shrug. "I was just wondering what they were." "Is that why you talk so much? Hoping to come on them by accident?" I

A veces la seducción lenta es la única manera..." Felurian

And second, the best cloaks have innumerable little pockets that I have an irrational and overpowering attraction toward.

Seriously, it's like you stepped out of a storybook.

Es música mágica? -preguntó con los ojos como platos. Volví a reír. -Hay gente que lo cree.

By earth and stone, I abjure you!

Watching her stroll through the crowd was like watching the wind move across the surface of a pond. Except instead of casting ripples on the water, the heads of young men turned to watch her as she passed.

Patrick Rothfuss

The trouble is, she is unlike anyone I have ever known. There was something intangible about her. Something compelling, like heat from a fire. She had a grace, a spark -

If she was beautiful at rest she was doubly so awake. Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself.

Perhaps it is enough to say that I was caught by a smile.

My eyes were always returning to Denna. She sat beside me, arms hugging her knees. Her skin was more luminous than the moon, her eyes wider than the sky, deeper than the water, darker than the night.

El tacto de las cuerdas me producía extrañeza; mis dedos y las cuerdas eran como dos amigos que se reencuentran y que no recuerdan qué tienen en común. Toqué flojo y despacio, sin lanzar las notas más allá del círculo de luz de la hoguera. Mis dedos y las cuerdas mantenían una cuidadosa conversación, como si su danza describiera el guión de un enamoramiento.