Quotes About Enchantment

mysterious tree house appeared in the woods.

What kind of spell do you think Teddy is under?" said Annie. "Who knows?" said Jack.

The name of Italy has magic in its very syllables.

A nymph of the woods such as you were

You are still, as you ever were, lovely, beautiful beyond expression.

My spirits were elevated by the enchanting appearance of nature; the past was blotted from my memory, the present was tranquil, and the future gilded by bright rays of hope and anticipations of joy.

Prepare to hear of occurrences which are usually deemed marvellous.

Dark-eyed, dark-haired, with smiles of enchanting archness and a step like a fawn—

this might be a beauty to send men mad. Her body was slight with a child's slenderness, but her breasts were full and pointed and her throat round as a lily stem. Her hair was rosy gold, streaming long and unbound over the golden-green robe. The large eyes that I remembered were gold-green too, liquid and clear as a stream running over mosses, and the small mouth lifted into a smile over kitten's teeth

Happy, happy earth! Fit habitation for gods, which, so short a time before, was bleak, damp, and unwholesome. My spirits were elevated by the enchanting appearance of nature. The past quil and the future gilded by bright rays of hope and anticipations of you.

Why are Americans so fascinated by Ireland?" Keith asked... "you all think you're Irish. What's the appeal? Do you like the accent more? Is it all the magical rocks? Oh, look, a lep­rechaun...

The more I looked, the more Christmasy it got.

Felt the world swirling with snow

Magic beans, baby. Magic beans.

One look at her and I was gone. This is the truth, it was first sight. I fell down a well into some shiny dream, and if somebody had thrown me a

La ficción es la verdad que se encuentra dentro de la mentira y la verdad de esta ficción es muy sencilla: La magia existe.

Melenkurion abatha! Binas mill Bana Nihoram khabaal! Melenkurion abatha! Abatha Nimoram!

now and again we would happen to step out of the familiar universe into a sudden sharp shock of sweetly scented air, sudden as spilled perfume, piercing as crystal, dark and sweet as the sound of oboes.

Photography is a magic thing. A thing that has mysterious odors, a little strange and frightening, something one quickly grows to love.

You have witchcraft in your lips

Love is like a card trick. After you know how it works, it's no fun any more.

I love 'Harry Potter' and JK Rowling - don't laugh at me!

I'd just love magic. I'd love to be able to just click and transport. I'd be like a fairy little godmother, I think, going round hearing what people wish for and seeing what I could do for them.

I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.