Quotes About Enchantment

I love whimsical things and forests. I'm really into all that.

When you study a dog you love, you find beauty in every small detail, and so it is with Lucille: I have become enchanted by the small asymmetrical whorls of white fur on either side of her chest, and by her tail, which she carries in a high confident curve, and by her eyes, which are watchful and intelligent, the color of chestnuts.

There is art and beauty and power in the primal images of fantasy.

I have an affinity for Disney and the Princess.

I love Disney movies.

I love Disney.

We live and breathe Disney in our house.

At Disneyland, you never go 'backstage' - even when you're in the bathroom.

There are charms made only for distant admiration.

We all enjoy a magic show, but we don't demand a Q&A afterward explaining how it was done.

I fear that word, fabulous.

It's almost like my life is a fairytale.

Movies are magical. Sometimes it just works, it catalyzes, and everything falls into place, and no one knows exactly how or why.

Chez Panisse is a sensory temple - you might have to be made of stone not to fall for it.

These fiends can take any form they will. That is, they can, by a magic charm or the like, fling a web of sorcery about their faces, as an actor dons a mask, so that they resemble anyone they wish to.

I believe you could bewitch anyone—if you set yourself to do it. Henrik Ibsen, Rosmersholm

Her eyes the glowworm lend thee,The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glowLike the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

His eyes looked directly at her, and she felt something jump inside. The eyes, the voice, the face, the silver hair, the easy way he moved his body, old ways, disturbing ways, ways that draw you in. Ways that whisper to you in the final moment before sleep comes, when the barriers have fallen.

The strangest things are there for me,Both things to eat and things to see,And many frightening sights abroadTill morning in the land of Nod.

The closer she looked at those windows, the lovelier and more irresistible the house became.

Mysteries make one dream of unendurable bewitchments, they have the fragrance of something quite, quite unspeakably beautiful.

She's as light as any fairy; she's as pretty as a peach; She's mistress of the witchcraft to beguile; There's sunshine in her manner, there is music in her speech, And there's concentrated honey in her smile.

Many grim tales stem from your green lands, and still deeds both noble and evil shall yet unfold there.

What this world doesn't have is the three-wishes, go-to-the-ball-and-meet-your-prince, happily-ever-after kind of magic. We have all the mangling and malevolent kinds. Who *invented* this system?