Quotes About Enchantment

But her husband was sleeping, he had fallen asleep as if wrapped in a magic cape.

She talked to the child and her doll in the pleasing cadence of the Neapolitan dialect that I love, the tender language of playfulness and sweet nothings. I was enchanted. Languages for me have a secret venom that every so often foams up and for which there is no antidote. I remember the dialect on my mother's lips when she lost that gentle cadence and yelled at us, poisoned by her unhappiness: I can't take you anymore, I can't take any more.

It was seductive, the machine. Enchanting. He couldn't help but be swayed and impressed.

Tessie Moran, eighteen and not yet in love, was dreaming of handsome young men and moonlight. She could not easily be roused from her enchantment.

No matter how dutiful one tried to feel, it was impossible to be sad at leaving this behind, not when the blood ran hot and rich in the veins, and when out in the world there were all the untried beckoning enchantments : dancing, sensuous music, merriment - and love.

Come ti vidi M'innamorai, E tu sorridi Perché lo sai.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

You don't question magic.

Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!

I love a quick little magician gag.

I really love middle-grade. Middle-grade books have a little more of a magical, light-hearted feel. You can be a little bit more quirky, you can have a little more humor. It doesn't get so dark and deep.

That Lana Del Rey is quite cute, isn't she? I quite like her.

Once upon a time, forests were repositories of magic for the human race.

There's a certain amount of screwball and genius in 'Willy Wonka.'

Fantasy is a demanding genre.

I'm particularly fond of sci-fi and fantasy genres.

I have always been a pretty big fan of ghost stories.

It seemed to me that you make magic real by making it a little prosaic, a little difficult and disappointing - never quite as glamorous as the other characters imagine.

I rarely write about magic in the waving wands, Harry Potter sense. Usually "magic" isn't even mentioned because it isn't a separate power, it's part of the natural world.

In smaller, more familiar things, memory weaves her strongest enchantments, holding us at her mercy with some trifle, some echo, a tone of voice, a scent of tar and seaweed on the quay. . . . This surely is the meaning of home—a place where every day is multiplied by all the days before it.

Magic, the real kind, was born in innocent, open hearts, who sought it everywhere. And found it.

Kisses were better than potions.

Darling, everyone is beautiful in her own way, and I am a fairy.

But my fairy godmother said Lucinda was the only one who could remove it. However, she also said it might be broken someday without Lucinda's help.