Quotes About Enchantment

There was something about a fête which drew Arthur Rowe irresistibly

The fey wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them. CHARLES DE LINT

And there was Tara, again with that shy half-smile and her burgundy lips slightly puckered, that shy kink, an incomplete curlicue at the corner of her mouth; he'd seen it before many times but never noted it, and now it had him mesmerized.

She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever known. It was the beauty of a desert at dawn: a loveliness that filled my eyes, and crushed me into silent, unbreathing awe.

Her eyes were large and spectacularly green. It was the green that trees are, in vivid dreams. It was the green that the sea would be, if the sea were perfect. Her

In summer moonlight, she was dangerously, inebriatingly magnified.

If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.

I've always been a fan of sci-fi, fantasy, and horror. I like working with larger-than-life characters in fascinating worlds - places where the rules are different.

I loved 'Pan's Labyrinth.' It transported me into another world. I like fantasy worlds; I love 'Lord of the Rings' as well, for that reason, because you really get to get out of reality and go somewhere else.

Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder.

I worship the quicksand he walks in.

'Little Night' has layers of meaning. There's something enchanted about night. All those heavenly bodies, shooting stars, the crescent moon, celestial phenomenon. Owls fly at night, and first kisses happen. Night is romantic. Alternately, darkness hides the worst of human behavior.

I believe that a world that doesn't have some kind of magic in it wouldn't be worth living in.

I am drawn allways toward you, Your delicate and distant light, Face which I have never seen.

Her greatest wish I should think was that I would remain exactly as I was, and how I regret that that was not to be. It was only for her roses that she wished for change, the strange moment of loral enchantment when the branch of a rose mutates, and shows a "sport," something new arising from the known rose. A leap in beauty.

One thing about London is that when you step out into the night, it swallows you.

Don't forget, Beast, true love, both given and received, before the last petal falls.

She smiled again, taking one last look at the Prince and Belle dancing in the great hall before wiping their image from the enchanted mirror, leaving them to live and love happily ever after.

That's the paradox, people aren't interested in reading about settling on Mars or flying to the stars—all the things that people really can achieve, but Others can't. But they dream about becoming magicians, rushing into battle with a big sharp sword…. If only they knew what the wounds from a real sword look like!…What does all this mean? That a medieval world in which magic exists is the one most attractive to people!

I hope I don't have to kiss anyone to wake them up. Bad things always seem to happen when I kiss someone to break a spell.

Does it look to you like she's got a 'my precioussss' thing going on with something in that pocket?" I asked him.

Merlin's "Merlin" outfit.

It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

So she tried all the magical passwords she could think of. "Abracadabra. Open sesame. Sim salabim. Alakazam. Hocus pocus. Voilà. Please.