Quotes About Enchantment

He would be able to create a scent that was not merely human, but super human, an angels scent, so indescribably good and vital that who ever smelt it would be enchanted and with his whole heart would have to love him.

She had a face so charming that visitors of all ages and both sexes would stand stockstill at the sight of her, unable to pull their eyes away, practically licking that face with their eyes, the way tongues work at ice cream, with that typically stupid, single--minded expression on their faces that goes with concentrated licking

With one glance he had got himself trapped in the brown fundament of her eyes, he was in danger of sinking, as if into a soft, brown swamp, and he had to close his own eyes for a second to get out of it..

Magic is not the solution to every problem, but it sure helps in eleven out of ten cases.

Magic isn't just fun, it's an adventure. Then again, so's falling off a cliff.

Those were mystical times. An era of small pleasures.

The child, mystified by the commonplace, moves effortlessly into the strange..

That's the one with the magic, he would say.

Don't you know This is precisely what I seek, mad myself To envelope every last drupe and pearl shaped ovule, Every nip and cry and needle-fine boring, every drooping, Spore-rich tassle of oak flower, all the whistling, Wing-beating, heavy-tipped matings of an entire prairie Of grasses, every wafted, moaning seed hook You can possibly manage to bring to me, That is exactly what I contrive to take you into my arms With you, again and again.

The longer I listened, the harder I found it to leave. To get inside that music: perhaps that is a place where one could finally disappear.

Magic let you jump over the "why" and make use of what was hidden, all from the comfort of your kitchen sink.

Life is Magic....whether we realize it or not

My love of fine art increased - the more of it I saw, the more of it I wanted to see.

Snow harder! Snow more! Snow blizzards galore! I can't get enough Of the fluffy white stuff! Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow a ton! Snow a heap! Snow ten feet deep! I wouldn't cry If it snowed til July. Snow! Snow! Snow!

As children we accept magic as a normal part of life. Everything seems rooted in it, everything conspires in magic terms.

I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris

Without any further ceremony, Denys tipped his hat to me, and then the two men moved off down the road, turning a corner and passing out of sight. They might have been headed to another party, or to white steeds waiting to whisk them off to an enchanted palace. I would have believed a magic carpet as well, or any storybook ending. They were that lovely, and now they were gone. —

Firs and pines and Sitka spruce thicken around me, pushing in from all directions, black-tipped fairy-tale trees that knit shadows out of nothing, night out of day—as if they've stolen all the light and hidden it somewhere.

Watching her was like being caught up in the radiance of a star, and in the light, he was revealed.

Anna rolled her eyes and threw her head back and for a moment Emma looked at her and saw in her eager face something strange and diabolical and enchanting.

He didn't think of her individual traits, he didn't think of the details of her hair, or her eyes, or her body. He thought of her as a whole, as an entity that enthralled him, which he could not blink away; one whole person, human, heartfelt, and real.

Beauty is the greatest seducer of man.

It's temples and palaces did seem Like fabrics of enchantment pil'd to heaven.