enchanted realm Quotes

For Narnia and for Aslan!

The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.

All over the walls of my room are pictures of Peter Pan. I've read everything that Barrie wrote. I totally identify with Peter Pan, the lost boy from Never Neverland.

From sentence to sentence, in fairy tales there is no reality that is subordinated to any other. Just as, outside the pages there is no reality.

If they were real, then maybe the world was big enough to have magic in it. And if there was magic — even bad magic, and Zach knew it was more likely that there was bad magic than any good kind — then maybe not everyone had to have a story like his father's, a story like the kind all the adults he knew told, one about giving up and growing bitter.

I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense...

Way over yonder is a place I have seen In a garden of wisdom from some long ago dream.

Disneyland is like Alice stepping through the Looking Glass; to step through the portals of Disneyland will be like entering another world.

A lady with whom I was riding in the forest said to me that the woods always seemed to her to wait, as if the genii who inhabit them suspend their deeds until the wayfarer had passed onward; a thought which poetry has celebrated in the dance of the fairies, which breaks off on the approach of human feet.

In a wonderland they lie, dreaming as the days go by

There was never a merry world since the fairies left off dancing.

Harry Potter's like Santa Clause: something you can't see but wish was real so badly that you end up believing in it.

The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

"Do little pink fairies sing and dance in your world, Peabody?" "Sometimes, when it's very quiet and no one else can see."

I put on my dream-cap one day and stepped into Wonderland.

He was walking into Faerie, in search of a fallen star, with no idea how he would find the star, nor how to keep himself safe and whole as he tried. He looked back and fancied that he could see the lights of Wall behind him, wavering and glimmering as if in a heat-haze, but still inviting.

There is no place so dangerous as a world without magic.

Wherever is love and loyalty, great purposes and lofty souls, even though in a hovel or a mine, there is fairyland.

Fairyland is the loveliest word because it means everything the human heart desires.

I think with The Magicians, the Harry Potter and Narnia influences are obviously there.

Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary, and dungeons for the overbold.

At last I have come into a dreamland.

All my life I've wanted to be the kid who gets to cross over into the magical kingdom.

Disneyworld... is a historical reconstruction as sanitised as the Kremlin's, and a future vision as uncognisant of contemporary pointers as Peter Pan's. It is a magic carpet under which everything has been swept.

Neverland is the way I would like real life to be ... timeless, free, mischievous, filled with gaiety, tenderness, and magic.