Quotes About Enchantment

He stared at her, and the impression of her beauty grew until, uncommitted by a word, by even a formal introduction, he felt himself going out toward her, watching the turn of her lips and the shifting of her cheeks when she smiled.

Part of the enchantment of Paris in the Twenties was that everything that happened there seemed to have something to do with art.

Je crois que cette voix l'attachait plus que tout, avec ses inflexions exaltantes, envoûtantes, car aucun de ses rêves n'aurait pu en imaginer de plus belle — cette voix était un chant d'immortalité.

Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness. At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

They were together constantly, for lunch, for dinner, and nearly every evening--always in a sort of breathless hush, as if they feared that any minute the spell would break and drop them out of this paradise of rose and flame. But the spell became a trance seemed to increase from day to day

Elle a la voix pleine d'argent, dit-il soudain. C'était vrai. Je ne l'avais pas compris jusque-là. Pleine d'argent — d'où sa fascination, le charme envoûtant des modulations, ce cliquetis, ce frémissement de cymbales... Lointaine, en son palais de marbre, fille du Roi, princesse d'or...

I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.

At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes...

She was there! At a palace! Trish strained to see through the heavily tinted windows but was unsuccessful. In a minute, she'd be outside. Then, a few minutes after that, she'd be inside the palace. A real palace.

Everything, except boredom, bores me. I'd like, without being calm, to calm down, To take life every day Like a medicine— One of those medicines everybody takes. I aspired to so much, dreamed so much, That so much so much made me into nothing. My hands grew cold From just waiting for the enchantment Of the love that would warm them up at last. Cold, empty Hands.

La música, la luz de la luna y los sueños son mis armas mágicas.

The dreamers of ideals [?] – socialists, altruists, and humanitarians of whatever ilk – make me physically sick to my stomach. They're idealists with no ideal, thinkers with no thought. They're enchanted by life's surface because their destiny is to love rubbish, which floats on the water and they think it's beautiful, because scattered shells float on the water too.

Whichever day it was, it was a gently day - mild, magical and innocent with great sailing of white cloud serene and impregnable in the high sky, moving along like kingly swans on quiet water. The sun was in the neighbourhood also, distributing his enchantment unobtrusively, colouring the sides of things that were unalive and livening the hearts of living things.

When I read 'Fantastic Beasts,' the world that J. K. Rowling has created is so wonderful.

I'm very into fantasy films.

I think of myself as a fantasy writer.

Most of my books have been written in the form of fantasy.

I do like fantasy films.

I like fantasy.

I definitely love fantasy and would want to be in a fantasy project.

I have a long love of fantasy and science-fiction.

I was fascinated by fairies when I was growing up, and I wanted to see one dreadfully.

The magic of creation has always fascinated me.

'Elf' is one of my favorites.