Quotes About Enchantment

I've discovered why you fascinate - you keep the mystery and as Carlyle noted, Wonder is the basis of worship...

evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it...

yes I understand your spells—your sex magic—at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in...

The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

Houdini, the magician who debunked magic, could not bear to see the great rationalist [Arthur Conan] Doyle enchanted by ghosts and frauds. And so he did what any friend would: He set out to prove spiritualism false and rob his friend Doyle of the only comforting fiction that was keeping him sane. It was the least he could do.

you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips

I met a lady in the meadsFull beautiful, a faery's child;Her hair was long, her foot was light,And her eyes were wild.

Each time you call me home in a sweet refrain, Saying things will change, you'll take away the pain, Then we flashback to the first time you put your spell on me, You envelope me, you feel good as hell to me

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.

She looked like green rhubarb juice, and he had the expression of 'Damn!' all over him.

You're something between a dream and a miracle.

A dark-haired young woman in bright sunflower barrettes brushed by Matthew; undressing him with a look that he profoundly ignored, though he wouldn't have if he'd felt the fey iciness that a very particular, very exhausting sort of spell cloaked from both him and Kit.

I imagined myself taller, imagined myself angry, and pulled the subtlest glamour I could around me.

He wanted to close his eyes at the declaration, remembering the heat of a crimson iron close enough to curl his lashes. The hand that did not hold his cane tightened on a bit of silk in his socket, and something pricked him. The enchanted nail Kit had given him, and Will drew strength from it.

Despite his worry, Will straightened his spine and breathed the cold scent of crunching leaves, drank deep of the welcome air of Faerie and let its strength fill him up.

Carel, there's a unicorn eating your lily buds.

Oh, don't think we're all seriousness and stealth, Merlin.

Tristen shook his head, his white hair shedding snowflakes as if it were made of snow itself.

Garrett didn't miss the jeweled-serpent glitter in the man's eyes.

I am a sorcerer, lad, not a cannibal.

The baby in her arms was silent: ensorceled, and there would be a simulacram left in the crib, a changeling. A fey mockery to die by sunrise, and leave the grieving family to wonder. Crib death. Elf-stroke. How little we remember.

Seduced by Faerie already, Merlin the Magician?" "Not everyone who comes to a lover's bed is seduced.

Whenever he was around, she'd get this look on her face, this kind of radiance. She was a beer poured too fast, her golden liquid spilling over the edge.

Butterflies... not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures