Quotes About Charm

There were girls who would tear you apart with their lips.

You are mysterious. I love you. You're beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that's the rarest known combination.

She had caught a cold and it made her voice huskier and more charming than ever and Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.

I have to be won all over again every time you see me

She was entertained only by the gratification of her desires and by the direct exercise of her own charm.

A precocious mistress of the long look, the sustained smile, the private voice and the delicate touch, devices of generations

Gloria has a very young soul-irresponsible, as much as anything else. She has no sense of responsibility. She's sparklin, Aunt Catherine, said Richard pleasantly. A sense of responsibility would spoil her. She's too pretty.

One o' clock. With her fork she would tantalize the heart of an adoring artichoke, while her escort served himself up in the thick, dripping sentences of an enraptured man. Four o'clock: her little feet moving to melody, her face distinct in the crowd, her partner happy as a petted puppy and mad as the immemorial hatter…

He was good looking, sort of distinguished when he wants to be, had a line, and was properly inconstant. In fact, he summed up all the romance that her age and environment led her to desire

When a girl feels that she's perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her. That's charm. The more parts of yourself you can afford to forget the more charm you have.

Saying good-by, Dick was aware of Elsie Speers' full charm, aware that she meant rather more to him than merely a last unwilingly relinquished fragment of Rosemary. He could possibly have made up Rosemary - he could never have made up her mother.

They were all tall and slender with heads groomed like manikins' heads, and as they talked the heads waved gracefully above their dark tailored suits, rather like long-stemmed flowers and rather like cobras' hoods.

This was his healthy state and it made him cheerful, pleasant, and very attractive to intelligent men and to all women. In this state he considered that he would one day accomplish some quiet subtle thing that the elect would deem worthy and, passing on, would join the dimmer stars in a nebulous, indeterminate heaven halfway between death and immortality.

She is one of those girls who need never make the slightest effort to have men fall in love with them. Two types of men seldom do: dull men are usually afraid of her cleverness and intellectual men are usually afraid of her beauty. All others are hers by natural prerogative.

He looked at the shoe-laces—Dick had tied them that morning. He had tied them—and now he was this heavy white mass. All that remained of the charm and personality of the Dick Humbird he had known—oh, it was all so horrible and unaristocratic and close to the earth. All tragedy has that strain of the grotesque and squalid—so useless, futile... the way animals die....

He stared at her, and the impression of her beauty grew until, uncommitted by a word, by even a formal introduction, he felt himself going out toward her, watching the turn of her lips and the shifting of her cheeks when she smiled.

I suppose he smiled at Cody - he had probably discovered that people liked him when he smiled.

It takes a genius to whine appealingly.

She was dressed in pale green, and a gold ribbon bound back her dark, straight hair like a crown.

beautiful girls have throats instead of necks.

The way he looked at Julia made her feel attractive. For half an hour, as their sentences floated pleasantly among the scent of violets and snowdrops, forget-me-nots and pansies, her interest in him grew.

Her voice is full of money," he said suddenly. That was it. I'd never understood before. It was full of money—that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals' song of it.… High in a white palace the king's daughter, the golden girl.…

Elle a la voix pleine d'argent, dit-il soudain. C'était vrai. Je ne l'avais pas compris jusque-là. Pleine d'argent — d'où sa fascination, le charme envoûtant des modulations, ce cliquetis, ce frémissement de cymbales... Lointaine, en son palais de marbre, fille du Roi, princesse d'or...

It was full of money—that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals' song of it…. High in a white palace the king's daughter, the golden girl….