Quotes About Enchantment

The Ass And The Grasshopper   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.

Your eyes shine, he said. How do they do that? Blood, she said.

Its particular interest for Ian, however, lay in its thesis about the history of the Dutch relationship to windmills, for it emphasized that these early industrial objects had originally been felt to have all the pylons' threateningly alien qualities, rather than the air of enchantment and playfulness now routinely associated with them. They had been denounced from pulpits and occasionally burnt to the ground by suspicious villagers.

When Senta started singing it was spellbinding—Daphne said this word to herself with a further shiver of pleasure.

In most children but in relatively few adults, at least in our time, we may see this willingness to be delighted to the point of self-abandonment. This free and full gift of oneself to a story is what produces the state of enchantment. But why do we lose the desire—or if not the desire, the ability—to give ourselves in this way?

We have a need for enchantment that is as deep and devoted as our need for food and water.

Look! Why want anything more marvellous than what is.

She lifter the shade and bathed the room in silver. Moonlight glinted off the glass and metal instruments on her desk and vanished into the eaves. Moonlight skimmed over her floorboards and made Nero's eyes a shimmering green. It wasn't enough to work by. It wasn't enough to read by. But who needed to read? She knew them by heart.

Of all the errands life seems to be running, of all the mysteries that enchant us, love is my favorite

There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.

Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times.

Because books, my friends, are true magic bound between two covers.

Magic is magic except to the magician.

Is there a child in the world who does not believe in magic?

the magic worm pills for only five dollars!

Look at this life - all mystery and magic.

There seems to be within all of us an innate yearning to be lifted momentarily out of our own lives into the realm of charm and make believe.

To the one who knows how to look and feel, every moment of this free wandering life is an enchantment.

Life is a fairy tale. Live it with wonder and amazement.

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

Develop a childlike fascination with life and people.

There are so many things I could say about you but none of them can describe you fully. You are the beauty I was waiting for. The love of my life of whom I dreamed day and night.

I think magic is very related to happiness. So it is not there all the time, but there are beautiful moments of magic in everyone's life.

A kind of golden hour one remembers for a life time... Everything was touched with magic.