Quotes About Enchantment

To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely.

To trade a childhood wonder for a plausible explanation - is there a worst trade one makes in life?

To be free. Such a thing would be greater than all the magic and all the treasures in all the world.

There is magic within, there is magic without. Follow me and you'll learn just what life's all about.

We are the possibilities and the unshattered dream, we are what gives life magick.

This enchanted crown that you so coveted shall be upon your brow like a crown of thorns... ... for you will not be able to remove it until you have made up for the ills you have caused. And until that day, you shall never again set foot on the golden shores of Themyscira.

This enchanted crown you so coveted shall be upon your brow like a crown of thorns... ...for you will not be able to remove it until you have made up for the ills you have caused. And until that day, you shall never again set foot on the golden shores of Themyscira.

Look at the shiny magic thing trying to kill us, isn't it awesome?

I had said before that all stories were magic. It had never occurred to me that all magic was stories.

If you added it up, without her there was nothing--but with her even the simplest of gestures of walking a bird dog in the desert, or selecting the ingredients for a meal for two rather than one took on an ineffable charm. (from the novella, Revenge )

Anyway, while most people can't see fairies anyway because they don't believe in them, seeing them isn't a bad thing. Some of the most beautiful things I've ever seen have been fairies.

magic can make things happen before you do it. It can make things have happened.

You can never be sure where you are with magic.

I wish magic was more dramatic

You can't do magic with books unless they're very special copies.

There are books you can fall into and pull up over your head.

Todas as mulheres eram bonitas. Todo anjo do céu devia de ser mulher.

Ãœberall ist Wunderland, Ãœberall ist Leben

At every step the prospect ahead grew more enchanting with added detail of crenellated crags and lichen-patterned stone. Now a mountain laurel glossy above the dogwood's dusty silver leaves, now a dark slit between two rocks where maidenhair fern trembled like green lace.

I could spend a year trying to describe him, but you still wouldn't fully appreciate his unique appeal until your panties spontaneously combusted the first time he smiled at you.

I wish you magic, Edward.

he brought music of his own, and awakened every fairy echo with the tender accents of his oboe...

Nelson Knutson?" I nodded. "What kind of name is that? It sounds like something a magician would say . . . you know, like abracadabra." "It does?" "Yeah. You know, I'm waving my magic wand and . . . Nelson Knutson! . . . there's a rabbit in my hat!

Why is it that you still beguile me – As wind, stone, bird – and all the likes? Why is that you smile on me – With sudden summer lightning strikes?