Quotes About Enchantment

A witch is a person who can attract and manipulate unseen forces

Did all the answers lie beyond the open door? Is the future beyond the open door? For after all, why could this not become, in spite of everything, a mere chapter of her life, marked off and seldom reread, once she had returned to the outside world where she had been kept all these years, quite beyond the spells and enchantments that were now claiming her? Oh, but it wasn't going to be. Because when you fell prey to a spell this strong, you were never the same.

We are earthly beings, yes, but a small component of us is magical, and why does that component demand blood?

Beauty carries us to our doom. Or, to put it more accurately, we are made by immortal by those who cannot sever themselves from our charms.

Oh, how is it such a fantasy could get its hook so deep?

He was enchanted for these small moments, and patiently, I let them pass.

Every spellbinder has a signature," I said. "Once I learn to recognize that signature, I become immune. They can't make it happen to me after that." I

I had become a magician for them, aiding them to realize accomplishments of which they hadn't even dreamt.

Perhaps he had worked a vague charm, and she was giving forth her deepest thoughts.

How can human hands make this enchantment, how can they pound out of these ivory keys this deluge, this thrashing beauty?

No hay nada en este mundo que no posea cierta fascinación.

The house had me in thrall.

Why hadn't I realized that I was bringing into her presence one of the most alluring beings I've ever know?

Beautiful Marius," he said, as if he were far older than I would ever be. "Beautiful Marius who gave me Venice. Beautiful Marius, give me the Blood.

A witch is a person who can attract and manipulate unseen forces," said Aaron.

Stay with me, beauteous stars, I begged, and let me never seek to fathom this fusion of light and sound, but only give myself to it utterly and unquestionably.

Her eyes were round and extremely large. Her lips were perfectly rouged, and there came a perfume from her that was no doubt made by a Persian magician to drive us out of our wits.

She had understood before she had ever dreamed of a city such as this, where every texture, every color, leapt out at you, where every fragrance was a drug, and the air itself was something alive and breathing. I

Yancey crawled from her tangled bed one morning and assembled her long limbs and sharp bones into something as exotic and seductive to the eye as a peacock or a griffin or a unicorn.

a magic purse that can never be emptied no matter how much he spends.

she is said to have possessed golden sandals that carried her over water and land

You're not human, Eleanore Jones. I think that somewhere inside you, you must know that. You must always have known. You're not made of ordinary bone or blood but of something else completely." "Really. What am I of, then? Kelp and jellyfish, I suppose?" "You are made of magic." He said it in an absolutely unremarkable way, as if instead he'd just said, I had coffee this morning or the floor needs mopping.

The forest is blanketed by the greenest ferns and moss and bonsai-like trees, a wild majesty that beckons hobbits and pixies and elves and dreamers.

Oh, come on. I have to know about the who-do voodoo that you do. (Nick)