Enchant Quotes Novels & Stories

Placing my head in my hands I closed my eyes and listened to the ducks quack, I hear the screeching of impatient drivers pass by. I said, "ego te accipere donum." ------- [Chapter quote: " all the clouds in me are raining"- r.h. Sin]

Enrique. He could easily just sweep off any girl’s feet and make them head over heels for him with just his words. I wouldn’t even deny that my heart stopped (not literally) for a while when I heard that phrase from him. He just knows it. Without even having to exert any effort. He’d easily make progress. I don’t even know where he was getting all these words! It was like he was vomiting sweet phrases every now and then, and oddly enough, I’d even end up daydreaming about it as if it felt nice.

"You must be a knight like me." Enna smiled, her silvery eyes held in a faraway gaze. "Perhaps."

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(Governess Countess Jelina) Jelina really takes in what I just said just now. Sure it sounded wise, after all, it was a famous quote back on earth. Also I pretty sure that all the soldiers that were around me as well, able to listened my ‘wise’ words just now, because for some reasons all of them seems to getting more pumped up.

He was just mad at everything; Buckley, his clothes, the shower, the water, the damn graffiti quote on the wall, life itself. Wait a minute...graffiti quotes!?! Of all the things students scribble on the wall, quotes were the least of them, so what in the heavens was a quote doing there... He pulled closer to the wall, near the broken sink to read the description which was written in a well written ancient Roman lettering. "The Road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began, now far ahead the road has gone and I must follow, if I can. Pursuing it with eager feet until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet and whither then? I cannot say."

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

"If anyone can find a solution, it's you." The med-bay door hissed open and Quin walked in. She handed me a bottle of water. "Since the enemy, your stepmother, is an enchantress," Quin began, her tone thoughtful, "isn't there some kind of weapon that can work specifically against someone like her?" All eyes turned to Eliza. Eliza sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Theoretically, yes. But I'm not an enchantress. I wouldn't know how to test it, or even how to properly experiment with the principles. It's all guesswork."

Ronan said calmly, “before it was ready.” My fingers froze. “You felt it too,” I whispered, but Ronan didn’t respond to that. Instead, Ronan leaned back against the edge of the spring, eyes half-lidded, steam curling around his shoulders like a cloak. “The water is enchanted. It’ll help, but only if you stop standing there imagining things and get in.” I choked slightly. Imagining things? Did Ronan know? Could he tell? My face burned hotter. In a flash of reckless courage… or maybe embarrassment, I muttered under his breath, “You’re the one walking around looking like a goddamn painting.”

They were read, somehow, by those who visited the space, each one finding meaning in the silence that surrounded them. Ren, inspired by the spiral’s journey, added a whisper to her loop: “The spiral doesn’t promise return. It just offers movement—if you choose it.” Her words were a reminder that life was a journey, a series of choices and experiences that shaped who we were. Franc, captivated by Ren’s insight, painted the quote into the mural’s corner, small and faint, just there for those who leaned close enough.