Enchanted

If you did not indulge in fantasies, how else would you know if you were living an interesting life?

Sometimes 'Hmm' is the wisest thing to say.

It can't be 'true' love without the truth

When sad she brings the thunder And her tears, they bring the rain When ill she feeds a poison To us all to fell her pain Her smiles they bring the sunshine And the laughter and the wind And the birds they go on singing And the world is whole again. "Smile, sweet Sunday," Wednesday whispered in her ear. "The birds need your love so they can lift their wings.

May we all be doomed to a happy life.

Your fey cousin here has the miraculous ability to hold his liquor--and mine, and yours, and the king's, and half the country's, I expect.

All of us heal in time. The strongest are born again. We only keep the scars we choose to keep.

There are four things that make a man fight as you just did," the duke explained to Rumbold. "Love, despair, anger, or insanity." Erik counted them off on his fingers. "Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it.

Quit dwelling on other people's stories and make up some of your own.

First time's a fluke; second time's a coincidence," said Velius. "Third time's tradition," finished Erik.

Somethings were meant to be and somethings were just meant to be good stories

The curse of an interesting life: there are either very good times or very bad times.

Velius--so who is she? no wait, let me guess. skin of the finest porcelain. hair of the softest silk. a voice like birdsong, a smile like sunshine, and a mouth that would sate your brightest and darkest wishes Rumbold-- You've m-met her? Velius--oh yes, my friend. we all know her. we've all pursued her. some of us have even been lucky enough to have her. we've been drunk on her sin, become fools of her favor. she might have borne a different face each time, but her name was always the same. Trouble

We are all fools blessed with the knowledge that certain events will come to pass no matter what path we take to get there. The wise ones follow their angels while they may.

Gifts, like words, carried with them a great deal of power. They bestowed good fortune just as powerfully as they could curse; the could bind people together or tear them apart.

Mama says I spend too much time in little fantasy worlds and not enough in this one.

She needed him to keep her sane, to make her laugh, to feel complete

No," Wednesday agreed. "You have tortured with silence. You let her grieve for a soul she did not lose, mourn a heart that should not have broken, and berate herself for betraying the man she loves...with the man she loves. It can't be 'true' love without the truth, Rumbold.

For some heroes, nothing is impossible

Everything in the world was about creativity: belief and creation. Storytelling was the essence of both.

I think I liked you better when you were a raging idiot.

He could not change the man he had been, but these hands would make him the man he could be

If you want anything to work, Sunday, you're going to have to believe it

Her heart was an invalid convinced that it would not survive many more sunsets.

There are many things wrong with you. A hangover just isn't one of them.

I have lived a life full of love and pain, of Joy and Sorrow, and I live on still. i have many, many years ahead of me, each day with the potential to be filled to the brim with trials to face and challenges to overcome.

Dream of me, my beloved family, happy in my plundering and adventuring, for when the waves rock me to sleep tonight, I will be dreaming of you.

People were supposed to cry at weddings; they just weren't supposed to cry because they suspected that the bride was going to die.

Any other brushes with insanity you haven't thought to mention?