Quotes About Enchantment

But now here they are, right in front of me. It's like seeing unicorns. I want to hear them purr.

She's so beautiful she glows in the dark.

Expand your world. (Stories about wizards and spells) are very frequently about power relationships...

The witch is absolutely necessary.

Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were.

starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends.

without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends.

The profound aspect of technology is that once secrets are revealed, the magic doesn't disappear.

I totally believe in magic. Because my life, I think, has been very magic, and magical things have come true for me time after time after time.

Pretend that this is a time of miracles and we believe in them.

Fantasy is so much hotter than reality most of the time.

Time had changed the magical to mundane

I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and at the bottom of it all: only love; poetry. Sheer enchantment, fear, humiliation. It all comes with love

Perfect beauty is so rare, its effect so magical!

how could you find magic if you did not believe in it?

The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world.

That's the case with most vampires, no matter who says otherwise. Beauty carries us to our doom. Or, to put it more accurately, we are made immortal by those who cannot sever themselves from our charms.

I had seen my becoming a vampire in two lights: The first light was simply enchantment... But the other light was my wish for self-destruction.

It was as if I had only just been able to see colours and shapes for the first time. I was so enthralled with the buttons on Lestat's black coat that I looked at nothing else for a long time.

I found her more alluring than any woman I'd known in mortal life.

Something happens to your senses when you look on Louis. Behold Louis...

I found her more alluring than any woman I'd known in mortal life. Even

Deidre called it twilight. Rita had seen the word written out, all right, but she'd never heard anyone really say it. Twilight.

My Master's face was rapt and beautiful, a white flame against the wavering golden light of countless candles. He stood over me.