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Perhaps if we had realized they are birds, with all the wonderful characteristics of birds, we would have paid closer attention to the ways in which chickens can enchant us. Take dust-bathing, for example. We call it a bath because the chicken finds a small indentation of dry earth and then proceeds to immerse herself in it as into a warm bath. The earth cleans her feathers. The first time I saw a chicken taking a dust bath, stretching out one iridescent wing and holding it up to the sunshine, then settling into the warmth of the afternoon only to fly effortlessly to a tree to roost in the evening, I was astonished.
Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson
Of all the errands life seems to be running, of all the mysteries that enchant us, love is my favorite.
Diane Ackerman
When you enchant people, your goal is not to make money from them or to get them to do what you want, but to fill them with great delight.
Guy Kawasaki
When poetry loses its ability to enchant, it shrinks into what is just an elaborate form of argumentation. When verse casts its particular spell, it becomes the most evocative form of language.
Dana Gioia
Friends . . old friends. . . One sees how it ends. A woman looks Or a man tells lies, And the pleasant brooks And the quiet skies, Ruined with brawling And caterwauling, Enchant no more As they did before; And so it ends with friends. Friends . . old friends . . . And what if it ends? Shall we dare to shirk What we live to learn? It has done its work, It has served its turn; And, forgive and forget Or canker and fret, We can be no more As we were before. When it ends it ends with friends.
William Ernest Henley
The Scripture stories do not, like Homer's, court our favor, they do not flatter us that they may please us and enchant us-they seek to subject us, and if we refuse to be subjected we are rebels.
Erich Auerbach
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.
William Shakespeare
Everything that deceives may be said to enchant.
Plato
Friends . . old friends. . . One sees how it ends. A woman looks Or a man tells lies, And the pleasant brooks And the quiet skies, Ruined with brawling And caterwauling, Enchant no more As they did before; And so it ends with friends.
William Ernest Henley