#enchantment

It is quite cruel that a poet cannot wander through his regions of enchantment without having a critic, forever, like the old man of the sea, upon his back. ↗

— Marianne Moore

#cannot #critic #cruel #enchantment #forever

Habit is a second nature which prevents us from knowing the first, of which it has neither the cruelties nor the enchantments. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#first #habit #knowing #nature #neither

Incidentally, the world is magical. Magic is simply what's off our human scale... at the moment. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#enchantment #magic #magical #perspective #scale

Defy the crowd. The crowd isn’t always wise. It can also lead you down a path of silliness, sub-optimal choices, and downright destruction. Enchantment is as necessary for people to diverge from a crowd as it is to get people to join one. ↗

— Guy Kawasaki

#inspirational #inspirational

Sweet Jesus," he whispered, trailing kisses along the line of her jaw. "Our excavation must have freed some deep, dark ancient enchantment from the earth. How else to explain this magic? ↗

— Cara Elliott

#kiss #love #magic #romance #love

All enchantments die; only cowards die with them. ↗

— Charles Morgan

#die #enchantments #only #them

Look closely Jane. This is Majesty Park, the city of wonder. Here you are free to dream dreams and follow them wherever they may take you. ↗

— D.L. Alexander

#enchantment #magic #wonder #dreams

Art is enchantment and artists have the right of spells. ... The success of later Shakespeare is the success of spells, where every element, however uneven, however incredible, is fastened to the next with perfect authority. The enchanted world shimmers but does not waver. A Midsummer Night's Dream is the first of his plays to accomplish this, The Tempest is enchantment's apotheosis. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#enchantment #shakespeare #spells #art

Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love. Night and silence.--Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he, my master said, Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul! she durst not lie Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe. When thou wakest, let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: So awake when I am gone; For I must now to Oberon. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#puck #dreams

Study lends a kind of enchantment to all our surroundings. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

#kind #lends #our #study #surroundings