Quotes About Enchantment

The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.

I love fairytales. I like fantasy a lot, science fiction, I like magic. I like to create magic. I love magic.

The world is magic. Science is but an insipid style of sorcery.

Welcome to science. You're gonna like it here.

Science is just magic with better PR.

William knows that science and magic are the same thing; magic is only science that hasn't been explained yet. Tonight he has made chemistry into magic for her.

The Magical Negro rested his red cane on his shoulder and leisurely strolled into the forest to see if he could find him some hobbits, castles, dragons, princesses, and all that other shit.

We live in the most epic of fantasy worlds.

Not all the magic of earth is benevolent.

Magic is an ancient practice that has power over superstitious mind.

Science gives man what he needs.But magic gives him what he wants.

And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

I saw your smile and my mind could not erase the beauty of your face.

One word, that's all you said and something in your voice caused me to turn my head. Your smile just captured me.

His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.

I felt my face stretch in a victorious smile. The potion had worked. I was inside. I had to suppress an urge to break into a soft shoe routine. Sometimes being able to use magic was so cool.

Nothing prepared me for your smile

What are you using?" I asked. "Fascination or glamour?" "Both," she said, giving me a wicked smile

I miss the way you got me high by that deadly hypnotizing smile.

How could I disbelieve? Charms are in our destiny.

There's a little bit of magic in every box!

Now, by the altar, Over the victim Ripe for our ritual, Sing this enchantment: A song without music, A sword in the senses, A storm in the heart And a fire in the brain; A clamour of Furies To paralyse reason, A tune full of terror, A drought in the soul!

AN ASS having heard some Grasshoppers chirping, was highly enchanted; and, desiring to possess the same charms of melody, demanded what sort of food they lived on to give them such beautiful voices. They replied, The dew. The Ass resolved that he would live only upon dew, and in a short time died of hunger.