But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Charm is the enchanted dart, light and subtle as a hummingbird. But it is deceptive in one thing: like a sense of… — Laurel Lea Copy Share Image
In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
I love Renée Zellweger, she can do no wrong in my eyes. I relate to every character she embodies, because she has… — Katie Holmes Copy Share Image
We must open our eyes to admire God who hides and at the same time reveals himself in things and introduces us… — Pope John Paul II Copy Share Image
“A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!” — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
I am haunted by interrupted acts, introspective as a leper, enchanted by a repulsive clew, a gross and fugitive movement of the… — Muriel Rukeyser Copy Share Image
But I welcome the darkness where the two eyes of that soft panther glow. The darkness is my cultural broth. The enchanted… — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
“Betray yourself, and you betray all they've given you. Love opens doors. It doesn't close them. When you go through it and… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
I mused for a few moments on the question of which was worse, to lead a life so boring that you are… — Bill Bryson Copy Share Image
“To love her was to taste sweet surrender. For had she not entered his life, he would have sought the wonders of… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
And yet day and night meet fleetingly at twilight and dawn," he said, lowering his voice again and narrowing his eyes and… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
A small child has no ambitions, he has no desires. He is so absorbed in the moment - a bird on the… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
Everything in the world was about creativity: belief and creation. Storytelling was the essence of both. — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
Intoxicated With the madness I'm in love with My sadness Bullshit beggars, enchanted kingdom Fashion victims through their charcoaled teeth — Billy Corgan Copy Share Image
God wrote His loveliest poem on the day He made the first silver poplar tree, And set it high upon a pale-gold… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
The Ripe FigNow that You live here in my chest,anywhere we sit is a mountaintop.And those other images,which have enchanted peoplelike porcelain… — Rumi Copy Share Image
It's appropriate to have magic in a love story, because magic is a sort of metaphor for what love feels like? When… — Theodora Goss Copy Share Image
If you want to talk about it, I got the time When you're looking so enchanted, you cover my mind If you… — Ric Ocasek Copy Share Image
the way with Ireland is that no sooner do you get away from her than the golden mists begin to close about… — Katharine Tynan Copy Share Image
