Quotes About Enchantment

But I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognized apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew, had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.

Left him delighted with the imaginary Audition of the phantasmal sea-surge

He had moved amid her phantasmagoria, Amid her galaxies

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

Life is a combination of magic and pasta.

Bajo el agua siguen las palabras. Sobre el agua una luna redonda se baña, dando envidia a la otra ¡tan alta! En la orilla, un niño, ve las lunas y dice: ¡Noche, toca los platillos!

Bajo la luna gitana, las cosas la están mirando y ella no puede mirarlas. Under the gypsy moon, all things are watching her and she cannot see them.

I can't listen to you. I can't listen to your voice. It's as though I'd drunk a bottle of anise and fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt of roses. It pulls me along – and I know I'm drowning – but I go on down.

She blinked once, then twice, and yet again, sure what she viewed was just another part of this fantasy world that she had stepped into when her feet touched the green grass of Ireland.

There is a radiance about you that will attract men like bees to nectar...

I am familiar with the impatience we feel when forced to suspend the enchantment of solitude.

If someone had looked just the right way, they'd have seen how the very water itself took form and reached toward the shore with grasping hands.

It never occurs to one to think whether she is pretty or ugly. One just surrenders to her charm.

Los vulgares rasgos de ternura -una mano apretada, una flor guardada en un libro-, todo era nuevo para mí, todo me encantaba.

What enchanted me most was your unexpected word choice throughout. Every line felt like a surprise and a perfect little package. And tying it up so neatly yet emotionally. It's a masterpiece, Jacki." Frances Gilbert in Tweet to Jacki Kellum about her book The Donkey's Song

That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.

Why? How had this otherwise sensible woman who had only met Beamabeth as a screaming purple blob fallen under her spell? Or had Beamabeth slipped immaculate into the world, petal-cheeked and smiling amidst gleaming golden curls?

And that, that was wonderful.

Tell them that the Fellmottes are all witches, and fly around the countryside in eggshells and mortars.

Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world," he said wisely one day, "but people don't know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen. I am going to try and experiment.

Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.

Magic can be found in stolen moments.

In a way, we are magicians. We are alchemists, sorcerers and wizards. We are a very strange bunch. But there is great fun in being a wizard.