Enchanted Quotes

“This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you too.”
― Owl City

“Love is the enchanted dawn of every heart.”
― Alphonse Marie Louis de Lamartine

“I was never in love with someone else
I never had somebody waiting on me
'Cause you were all of my dreams come true
And I just wish you knew
Taylor, I was so in love with you.”
― Owl City

“He would be able to create a scent that was not merely human, but super human, an angels scent, so indescribably good and vital that who ever smelt it would be enchanted and with his whole heart would have to love him.”
― Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

“He enchanted.

He simply enchanted.

Stopping in his tracks when he saw my expression, he studied me a long moment before walking over to me and placing a kiss on my cheek. The act was an excuse to whisper in my ear. "You have to stop looking at me like that if we're going to make it through the day without losing our clothes."

I turned to kiss him back. "I have no intention of making it through the day with you fully clothed.”
― Darynda Jones, Eighth Grave After Dark

“Incidentally, the world is magical.
Magic is simply what's off our human scale... at the moment.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“All living things have the ability to flourish when they are tended with gentle hands.”
― Erin Forbes, Fire & Ice: The Lost Dreamer

“I’ve always been enchanted by the show of electrical abstractions, within one’s mind; so colourful, myriad and seemingly contingent, which appear, sparkle, glimmer and dissolve into that infinite gloom which one is trying to vanquish with sleep.”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“There I was again tonight
Forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired lonely place

Walls of insincerity,
Shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your text

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

The playful conversation starts
Counter all your quick remarks
Like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you
All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

The lingering question kept me up
2 AM, who do you love?
I wonder 'til I'm wide awake
And now I'm pacing back and forth
Wishing you were at my door
I'd open up and you would say, "Hey,
It was enchanting to meet you,
All I know is I was enchanted to meet you.”
― EJR

“You can never get enough of adventure.”
― Kiara Maharaj, Enchanted High

“You can never get enough of adventure”
― Kiara Maharaj, Enchanted High

“The problems were too evident, they sat together eyeing them in silence. The stage now belonged to the young people, there would be happenings. Yet nothing happened; and Clement felt as if a magic spell had paralysed them all.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Green Knight

“Like infinte beams of light
Over all that can still move.
Various colours so bright...
Enchanted be those who love!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, ACross Tic

“The river that runs through my being
Flows through an endless sea,
Reflects in a view such tender feeling,
Under the Universe only what I see.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, The Sea Sons: The Enchanted Valley

“There was no doubt that the tree before us was the tree; it could have stepped from the tales into the forest. It was centered in an oddly round clearing, as if the other trees had all felt inclined to back away, and was towering but skeletal, its trunk only a little wider than I was and its many, many branches arching and tangling overhead, like a small person propping up a tremendous, many-layered umbrella.
But the strangest thing about the tree was its foliage. There were leaves of summer-green mixed in with the fire and gold of autumn; tidy buds just opening their pink mouths, and, here and there, red fruits dangling in clusters, heavy with ripeness. These fruits could not be easily identified; they were roughly the size of apples, but furred like peaches.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Now, there are a few dryadologists who could resist the opportunity to sample faerie food, the enchanted sort served at the tables of the courtly fae---I know several who have dedicated their careers to the subject and would hand over their eye teeth for the opportunity. I stopped at a stand offering toasted cheese---a very strange sort of cheese, threaded with glittering mold. It smelled divine, and the faerie merchant rolled it in crushed nuts before handing it over on a stick, but as soon as it touched my palm, it began to melt. The merchant was watching me, so I put it in my mouth, pantomiming my delight. The cheese tasted like snow and melted within seconds. I stopped next at a stand equipped with a smoking hut. The faerie handed me a delicate fillet of fish, almost perfectly clear despite the smoking. I offered it to Shadow, but he only looked at me with incomprehension in his eyes. And, indeed, when I popped it into my mouth, it too melted flavorlessly against my tongue.
I took a wandering course to the lakeshore, conscious of the need to avoid suspicion. I paused at the wine merchant, who had the largest stand. It was brighter than the others, snow piled up behind it in a wall that caught the lantern light and threw it back in a blinding glitter. I had to look down at my feet, blinking back tears, as one of the Folk pressed an ice-glass into my hand. Like the food, the wine smelled lovely, of sugared apples and cloves, but it slid eerily within the ice, more like oil than wine. Shadow kept growling at it, as he had not with the faerie food, and so I tipped it onto the snow.
Beside the wine merchant was a stand offering trinkets, frozen wildflowers that many of the Folk threaded through their hair or wove through unused buttonholes on their cloaks, as well as an array of jewels with pins in them. I could not compare them to any jewels I knew; they were mostly in shades of white and winter grey, hundreds of them, each impossibly different from the next. I selected one that I knew, without understanding how, was the precise color of the icicles that hung from the stone ledges of the Cambridge libraries in winter. But moments after I pinned it to my breast, all that remained was a patch of damp.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“The tea in my mug was blue-black, and floating across the surface were tiny lily pads, each cradling a perfect white flower. Shadows flitted across the surface of the water, as if above it was a canopy of dark trees admitting only the thinnest of sunbeams.
Wendell swore. He reached for the cup, but I was already cradling it. "Are they blooming?" I said. Indeed, as I watched, another flower opened, petals waving in a wind that did not belong to the calm Cambridge weather.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“[A child] does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods; the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted.”
― C.S. Lewis

“You... are not a very nice old man!!!”
― Jasmine Jones, Enchanted

“Black hair spilling, blue eyes piercing. Enchanted by the lies that he was singing.”
― Sara Secora

“Betray yourself, and you betray all they've given you. Love opens doors. It doesn't close them. When you go through it and find yourself, they'll still be there.”
― Nora Roberts, Enchanted

“That is the place we should
put the star, there it is good.
So that everyone could see
the light of the Christmas tree!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, The Sea Sons: The Enchanted Valley

“Don’t lose yourself in a man, that’ll make you lose your pizzazz indefinitely. Instead, lose yourself in your own sensuality and you’ll forever enchant him. The power to enthrall and keep a man is hidden in your sensuality.”
― Lebo Grand

“I've got such a lovely feeling," said Lucy-Ann, looking the picture of happiness. "You know - that feeling you get at the very beginning of a lovely holiday - when all the days spread out before you, sunny & lazy & sort of enchanted."
"You'll end up by being a poet if you don't look out," said Philip, from the wheel.
"Well, if a poet feels like I feel just exactly at this moment, I wouldn't mind being one for the rest of my life, even if it meant having to write poetry," said Lucy-Ann.”
― Enid Blyton, The Sea of Adventure

“Outside, a mature climbing rose vine wove in and out of the trellis just past the back door. The effect was so charming, she wanted just a few moments of the fragrance to herself, a peace before the day's hustle and bustle.
She went outside, sat on the bench beneath the trellis, closed her eyes, and breathed deeply, careful not to knock over the candle beside her.
The fragrance was beautiful, and so were the crimson and pale pink petals by the light of the moon---petals that littered the grass below with daubs of color.
She sat there for a full minute, feeling young and enchanted and free.”
― Ashley Clark, Where the Last Rose Blooms

“Evangeline had always believed that some of the items that passed through his shop really were enchanted. She'd often tracked down chess pieces that had wandered from their boards, and sometimes the paintings wore different expressions from those they'd had the day before.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“There was never not a question on this one’s lips. He grinned. There would be time enough to wonder or worry after the ease with which she enchanted him. Nolan started. Enchanted? By God, where had that come from? He was a rake. Not a lad just out of university staring with dazed eyes at an enticing miss.”
― Christi Caldwell, One Winter with a Baron

“We have populated the Christmas story with a host of enchanted characters that have no ability to tell the most enchanting story ever told.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The walls of the compartment were covered in flowering ivy. The floor had turned into some sort of stone, damp and mossy, and one of the walls seemed to have vanished entirely, offering a view of a lantern-lit path that bent towards several shadowy dwellings, turreted and roofed in green turf. Wendell lay asleep in his bed like a forest king in his leafy bower, oblivious, covered in blankets apart from a foot that stuck out.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Neither of us was hungry, but we managed to force down a little of Poe's bread, which was, as ever, delicious, buttery with a hint of chocolate, and very refreshing. Having finished the water we had brought with us, we were now forced to drink from creeks and streams. I was not happy about this, but there was no alternative.*

*In some stories, drinking from faerie streams has the same effect upon mortals as faerie wine.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands