Quotes About Charm

Can dimples wink? Because I felt like his just did.

Let her know that her look really works for you.

My dear poetry, There's a likenessbetween your eyes and the stars–the same charming brilliance, my eyes have ever laid upon.

Someone smells good, it automatically makes them more attractive.

Îmi dau foarte bine seama c? o femeie poate gusta un dans cu un partener imperfect, dac? acesta nu e cu des?vârÅŸire un imbecil. Stâng?ciile, ca ÅŸi timiditatea, au un farmec discret prin surprizele care le provoac?, prin panica naiv? care o r?spândesc. Femeile iubesc uneori imperfecÅ£iunile acestea atât de calde...

Stangaciile, ca si timiditatea, au un farmec discret prin surprizele pe care le provoaca, prin panica naiva care o raspandesc.

He noticed her. He listened to her. He summoned the nerve to speak to her. And that, as they were both fond of saying when recounting the story of their meeting in subsequent years, was that.

I knew that she was so clever that it was unnecessary for her to be beautiful.

Isn't it lovely to be lovely me!

Sonia's terribly fond of juggling with people's lives. I never shall forget when she made me go to her doctor...I can only say he very nearly killed me. It's not her fault if I'm here today. She's entirely unscrupulous. She gets a hold over people much too easily, with her charm and her prestige, and then forces her own values on them.

Maurice Baring's

That was where [Lady Montdore's] charm lay. She would suddenly be nice just when it seemed that she was about to go for you tooth and nail, it was the charm of a purring puma.

I handed the photo back to her. The caretaker gazed at it as if it were a lucky charm, a return ticket to her youth.

show me a Don Juan and I'll show you a loser in disguise.

Remember: warm heart, cold mind. The seducer's code.

Corazon caliente, mente fria. EL codigo del seductor

blandiendo una sonrisa enigmática que probablemente había tomado prestada de algún tomo de Alejandro Dumas. Las

Mrs. Saville had a superb swoop of bosom. It started directly beneath the hollow of her neck and finished just a smidgen above what, if only a hint of indentation had been present, could have passed for her waist.

Have I told you today that you look mighty fetchin' in that outfit? he said as he opened the door for her. Only three times, she answered. Well, then make it four.

JACKSON'S DARK BROWN HAIR curled up on his shirt collar. Black lashes and heavy brows framed his blue eyes. A few crow's-feet around his eyes were the only sign that he'd just passed his fortieth birthday and they were minimized in the dim restaurant lights. His jeans were creased and stacked up over his highly polished black boots just the right way. Waitresses stopped what they were doing and gazed at him over their shoulders as he passed. Their

Deke met them on the porch and led the way into the house. Taller than the Dawson brothers, he was every bit as handsome with thick brown hair that he wore long enough to be sexy, hazel eyes, and broad shoulders. Women tended to flock to him like a moth to a burning candle. But taming Deke would be harder than training a Dawson cowboy to the halter. He was full of tough cowboy charm, and it would take a special woman to rope him and get him aimed toward the altar.

She was tall, with reddish-blond hair and very fair skin. Her voice was musical and she had an attractive, lilting laugh.

other hand, New Orleans was a real

she was ethereally lovely, with a kind of deadly edge. the deadly edge was what a person shouldn't forget.