Quotes About Enchantment

People forget themselves in my music. It's amazing.

I see the world as a magical place. Therefore, it was only natural that magic wafted from my fiction like smoke.

I love 'Close Encounters of the Third Kind.'

Never ever doubt in magic. The purest honest thoughts come from children, ask any child if they believe in magic and they will tell you the truth.

Blind folk see the fairies. Oh, better far than we, Who miss the shining of their wings Because our eyes are filled with things We do not wish to see.

Still the towers of Trebizond, the fabled city, shimmer on a far horizon, gated and walled and held in a luminous enchantment. It seems that for me, and however much I must stand outside them, this must for ever be. But at the city's heart lie the pattern and the hard core, and these I can never make my own: they are too far outside my range. The pattern should perhaps be easier, the core less hard. This seems, indeed, the eternal dilemma.

If you're such a genius, you wouldn't believe in magic." "If you weren't such an old coot, you wouldn't need it.

Live and "love to be fascinated.

The bridge between the words glamour and grammar is magic. According to the OED, glamour evolved through an ancient association between learning and enchantment.

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Una vez voló un clavel de su tallo hecho mariposa roja, y una estrella descendió fascinada y se tomó en flor de lis.

The world is magic. Science is but an insipid style of sorcery.

...the cypress tree is turning green, drunk with the forest.

Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?

I'd like to have the flying car, I think that'd be really cool.

Enough for me that you are beautiful: Beauty possessed diminishes. Better a dream of love Than love's dream broken; Better a look exchanged Than love's word spoken. Enough for me that you walk past, A firefly flashing in the dark.

flute music in the mountains is always enchanting.

When the moon is up, the night has its magic.

Pari Tibba.' I was charmed by the name—Fairy Hill.

It doesn't stop being magic because you can you explain it, Father.

Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.

I read Hesse's Steppenwolf thrice. The first time I was enchanted, the second time disappointed, the third time appalled.

Chemistry can be like magic. It can be merciless.

Mushrooms were the roses in the garden of that unseen world, because