Quotes About Enchantment

I think hope and magic are probably connected.

Study lends a kind of enchantment to all our surroundings.

The more you can create that magic bubble, that suspension of disbelief, for a while, the better.

Standing in the back of the dark opera house and gazing at the huge stage before them, gay with gold-scrolled scenery and sumptuously costumed singers, the air vivid with bright music, was one of the most enthralling experiences of Blanche's life. For a time, she forgot her doubts about reality in the sheer delight of illusion. But, as Rose reminded her during the intermission, perhaps it wasn't illusion. Perhaps it was a glimpse of what reality was really like.

skin white as snow, hair black as night...

Blanche reached out and clung to her sister's hand. Rose felt her thin mittened fingers clutching her own. She knew her sister was beginning to be frightened. But Rose was too caught up in the mystery to be afraid. She strained to hear the enchanted song Bear was listening to. Her heart was pounding, but to the rhythm of a marching drum, not fear. There was a sense of purpose here, and although she did not understand it, she rejoiced to be a part of it.

La curiosité l'avait désormais enchaîné.

I believe in the magic and in the authority of words

Already a system is being constructed that explains our perpetual solitude: if we remain alone among those who were supposed to be like us, it is because we cannot find any creature spontaneous enough. No one capable of equaling our primal states and enriching our existence with some magnificent and brutal enchantment. I am alone in a covered gallery.

The guards hate the priest. To them, men like the priest paper the sky with romantic tissue-paper legends, but down here below the earth, in this enchanted place, we know life cannot be contained on a slogan or a prayer tablet. We know that kindness rules with the fist and chains rule with a turn to the sky, that all humans require penance and without it we all seek punishment, over and over again, until the body and mind are satisfied and we die.

I loved you then. I loved you no matter where you came from. No—scratch that." His voice floated up to her. "I loved you because you came from wherever it was. It must have been a magic place, to produce you.

Pinot Noir country. My grape. The one varietal that truly enchants me, both stills and steals my heart with its elusive loveliness and false promises of transcendence. I loved her, and I would continue to follow her siren call until my wallet--or liver, whichever came first--gave out.

I had a classics professor at the University of Illinois who after giving a reading assignment said, with genuine emotion, "Oh, to be reading Boethius for the first time." And so I say to you, "Oh, to be reading a Nero Wolfe mystery for the first time." —Stuart M. Kaminsky

It is quite possible to leave your home for a walk in the early morning air and return a different person – beguiled, enchanted.

That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you." Charles de Lint (B. 1951) WRITER AND CELTIC FOLK MUSICIAN

Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." Roald Dahl (1916–1990)

Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." Roald Dahl (1916–1990) WRITER

The world is full of magical things waiting for our wits to grow sharper." Eden Phillpotts (1862–1960) NOVELIST AND POET

Maybe the fact that nobody believes in magic and wood sprites and happiness is the problem of the day. [Ludi]

When I was a boy I once received, as a Christmas gift, a beautiful book of oriental fairy tales. The stories all took place in India. They told of mighty kings riding to war on elephants; of marble palaces with golden domes where lovely princesses were imprisoned; of magic music that came at midnight from an enchanted grove in the jungle.

All around them spreads a phantasmagoric, Ordovician fairy tale.

The redwoods do strange things. They hum. They radiate arcs of force. Their burls spill out in enchanted shapes.

As G. K. Chesterton once wrote, Your religion is not the church you belong to, but the cosmos you live inside of. Once we know that the entire physical world around us, all of creation, is both the hiding place and the revelation place for God, this world becomes home, safe, enchanted, offering grace to any who look deeply. I call that kind of deep and calm seeing "contemplation.

Once we know that the entire physical world around us, all of creation, is both the hiding place and the revelation place for God, this world becomes home, safe, enchanted, offering grace to any who look deeply. I call that kind of deep and calm seeing "contemplation.