Quotes About Enchantment

At all times all parts of the world are eternally fascinating.

The music enchanted the air. It was like the south wind, like a warm night, like swelling sails beneath the stars, completely and utterly unreal... It made everything spacious and colourful, the dark stream of life seemed pulsing in it; there were no burdens any more, no limits; there existed only glory and melody and love, so that one simply could not realize that, at the same time as this music was, outside there ruled poverty and torment and despair.

And in the night you realize, when you wake out of a dream, overcome and captivated by the enchantment of visions that crowd in on each other, just how fragile a handhold, how tenuous a boundary separates us from darkness - we are little flames, inadequately sheltered by thin walls from the tempest of dissolution and insensibility in which we flicker and are often all but extinguished. Then the muted sounds of battle surrounds us, and we creep into ourselves and stare wide-eyed into the night.

It had swept him, he said, "into a dream from which I did not recover for months.

Night is the magician of the fair.

Long before the fair's end, people began mourning its inevitable passage. Mary Hartwell Catherwood wrote, "What shall we do when this Wonderland is closed?—when it disappears—when the enchantment comes to an end?" One lady manager, Sallie Cotton of North Carolina, a mother of six children staying in Chicago for the summer, captured in her diary a common worry: that after seeing the fair, "everything will seem small and insignificant.

It was like watching two unicorns fucking, he told her. All glitter and jizz.

One gift the fairies gave me ... the love of books, the magic key that opens the enchanted door.

she has been bewitched by a wicked sorceress, and will not regain her beauty until she is my wife.' 'Does she say so? Well if you believe that you may drink cold water and think it bacon'.

Protocols are ideals. They're things we aspire to." I throw in an analogy that Jillian gave me when I explained the situation. "They're not enchanted proclamations from the Ministry of Magic that can't be broken. We break them all the time. I'm sure there's some protocol here that says I shouldn't interrupt you, but here I am, interrupting you.

In 1765, four years before Napoleon's birth, the Scottish lawyer and man of letters James Boswell visited the island and was enchanted with what he found. 'Ajaccio is the prettiest town in Corsica,' he later wrote. 'It

Is there someone just giving out legendary magical swords to children? Because I'm fairly certain I recognize all three of those.

That activated the Ring Formerly Known as the Ring of Derek Controlling, which

Aridea quite often turned to the Mirror—' 'With the usual question, I take it,' interrupted Geralt. '"Who is the fairest of them all?" I know; all Nehalenia's Mirrors are either polite or broken.

Madam Yennefer, Forgive me. I'm riding to Hirundum because I want to see Geralt. I want to see him before I start school. Forgive my disobedience, but I must. I know you'll punish me, but I don't want to regret my indecision and hesitation. If I'm to have regrets, let them be for deeds and actions. I'm an enchantress. I seize life by the scruff of the neck. I'll return when I can. - Ciri

So many little animals, oh my. There can't be so many anywhere else.' 'There can't,' he muttered. 'Nowhere else. This is Brokilon.' 'What?' 'Brokilon. The Last Place.' 'I don't understand.' 'No one understands. No one wants to understand.

Like all cats, they could see what was invisible and could not be deceived by a simple spell. 'This parade

A Ranuncolo venne di nuovo voglia di comporre una ballata sulle fanciulle come lei, non bellissime ma graziose, di quelle che si sognano la notte, mentre le classiche bellezze si dimenticano dopo cinque minuti.

I think," the vampire said calmly, "that you are wrong, Madam Vigo. The dream that the Witcher is dreaming, I humbly submit with respect, is an enchanting and beautiful one. But every dream, if dreamed too long, turns into a nightmare. And we awake from such dreams screaming.

The enchantment of that bright, sad, pretty place enveloped her and she found that, against all her expectations, she was happy there.

Sometimes it was possible for me to believe he had practised an enchantment upon me, as foxes in this country may, for, here, a fox can masquerade as human and at the best of times the high cheekbones gave to his face the aspect of a mask.

Erl-King lives

Bu tatl? seste sanki tekinsiz olan bir ÅŸey varm??, ya bu sesin sahibi büyücüymüÅŸ ya da bir büyünün etkisindeymiÅŸ gibi geldi odadakilere. Üçü de tüylerinin diken diken olduÄŸunu hissettiler. [sf 184]

Wakey Wakey My Little Tinker stud, I want to play with your magic Wand