Quotes About Charm

an elegant woman, with a refinement that makes mere prettiness seem redundant.

If life is a chain of gold, sometimes God hangs a charm on it.

That's what we want, he thinks: help in prosperity. . . We never know how to take it when our life begins to be charmed.

Cardan grins at me as though we've been great friends all our lives. I forgot how charming he can be--and how dangerous that is.

You will need me to sweet-talk the door.

Don't." She looks directly into my eyes. After a month of being forced to avoid her, I feel stripped bare by her gaze. "You can be as much of a charming bastard as you want, but you're never going to bullshit your way into my heart again.

I can't help feeling a little bit competitive and a little bit disappointed in myself that I'm already so far behind. After all, Yulikova thinks Barron has a real future with the Bureau. She told me so. I told her that sociopaths are relentlessly charming. I think she figured I was joking.

It's just that Hazel is so—people like Hazel. Boys like Hazel. She goes through this world as if nothing touches her, as if no one can reach her, as though she's focused on something bigger and better and more important that she's not going to tell you a single thing about. It drives people crazy. It charms them.

Cassel, she said, you want to know how to be the most charming guy anyone's ever met? Remind them of their favorite person. Everyone's favorite person is their own damn self.

You can't help trying to charm every snake you come upon, no matter how cold-blooded or vicious. Let that one be.

They say that he can talk flowers into opening their petals at night, as though his face were that of the sun. He'll steal your heart.

His grin broadens, that charming smile, with which he could coax ducks to bring their own eggs to him for his breakfast. With which he could make delicate negotiations over a prisoner seem like nothing more than a game.

Lulled by his conversation, I let myself believe I had fooled him at the very moment he was fooling me. He was as deceptive as the rest of his family. More, maybe. He never let down his guard with me, not once. Too late, I understand what's terrifying about his charm. He seems entirely open when he is unknowable. Every smile is painted on, a mask.

We're enemies, no matter how many jokes he tells or how friendly he seems. Charmers are charming, but that's all they are.

Ah! A lady of mystery. My very favorite kind

He made me a story, and now I am going to make a story out of someone else. 'So I am to sit here and feed you information,' Cardan says, leaning against a hickory tree. 'And you're to go charm royalty? That seems entirely backward.' I fix him a look. 'I can be charming. I charmed you, didn't I?' He rolls his eyes. 'Do not expect others to share my depraved tastes.

Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?" Cardan asks, leaning back in the elaborately carved chair, the warmth of his words turning the question into something like a compliment. "No," I say, glad to be annoyed back into the present. "Tell me." "I cannot," he says, then frowns.

But now you've explained it," he says. "And you do love me." "I love you," I confirm. "Because I am clever and funny," he says, smiling. "You didn't mention my handsomeness." "Or your deliciousness," I say. "Although those are both good qualities.

He pushes himself to standing and offers me his arm. 'Come, let us charm and confound our subjects.

Will you dance with me?' I ask Cardan, sinking in to a curtsey, acid in my voice. 'For I find you every bit as beautiful as you find me.

So I am to sit here and feed you information," Cardan says, leaning against a hickory tree. "And you're to go charm royalty? That seems entirely backward." I fix him with a look. "I can be charming. I charmed you, didn't I?" He rolls his eyes. "Do not expect others to share my depraved tastes.

Madame de Nucingen was already there, dressed with the deliberate aim of appealing to all eyes, knowing that thereby she would seem even more attractive to Eugène.

Instead of inspiring the gallant attentions which other women seek, she made men dream,

Existen palabras que, semejantes a las trompetas, a los címbalos o al bombo de los titiriteros, atraen siempre al público. Las palabras belleza, gloria, poesía, poseen un sortilegio que seduce incluso a los espíritus más toscos.