Quotes About Enchantment

could be a magic country like Narnia, and the only way you can get in is by swinging across on this enchanted rope.

It's all so beautiful . . . the spring . . . and books and music and fires. . . . Why aren't they enough?

FACTS ABOUT UNICORNS

Moon Scalding

I remember the first time I looked into your eyes, it was like staring at the back of the moon, only to find that it shines too.

I'd been staring at the search term for at least five minutes. One word. Necromancer.

small forest of mirrored candelabras

He was seething inside with a new emotion. Nothing seemed very important anymore except the Princess. He was single-minded about her. He was enchanted. He was possessed. He was in love.

Boomeritis, 297–298 This, then, is the message of Jung; the message of Maslow, Assagioli, and the whole Fourth Force; and more, of the saints, sages, and mystics, whether Amerindian, Taoist, Hindu, Buddhist, or Christian: at the bottom of your soul is the soul of humanity itself, but a divine, uncreate soul, leading from time to eternity, from death to immortality, from bondage to liberation, from enchantment to awakening.

The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour.

We almost need another word for fairy, that's the thing. Once people get to see what fairies' real power is, then they understand.

Language is inexorably tied to power and understanding. And power and understanding are the roots of magic. Just the act of writing something down is a magical act.

Magic is. But its power is nothing beside love. --Prince Carrick

I like to believe magic is all around us, finding its way into everyday life one miracle at a time.

I am the witch of my mystical world.

Still...you turn me on

Beauty itself doth of itself persuadeThe eyes of men without an orator.

The weird sisters, hand in hand,Posters of the sea and land,Thus do go about, about:Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,And thrice again, to make up nine.Peace! The charm's wound up.

My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamor'd of an ass.

But this rough magicI here abjure.

Orpheus with his lute made trees,And the mountain-tops that freeze,Bow themselves, when he did sing.

You spotted snakes with double tongue,Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen;Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong;Come not near our fairy queen.

Since once I sat upon a promontory,And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's backUttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,That the rude sea grew civil at her song,And certain stars shot madly from their spheresTo hear the sea-maid's music.

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet growsQuite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:There sleeps Titania some time of the night,Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.