Quotes About Enigmatic

Climbing the steps to the hotel, Grace paused, taking a long look at Paris, in all its shimmering, enigmatic elegance, wearing the nigh as a beautiful woman wears diamonds.

Sometimes I found it was better if I turned up and appeared pissed off without anybody knowing why. I'd get more out of them. It made them go, wow, he's weird; he's gone a bit eccentric or cantankerous.

Some people think I'm a mythical genius, others think I'm a junkie madman.

The more this guy talked, the more he sounded like a fortune cookie.

She was unique: there was something abnormal about her, and it was that abnormal something that made her magnetic.

She was gentle and pale, and her eyes seemed always to dream of something I didn't understand.

I'm impossible to forget, but I'm hard to remember.

A position I couldn't help but notice was ambiguous at best.

So dark you almost miss it

He was charming and funny and a bit scary, which was always a draw in my book.

I am not a very nice character. You must get to know me some time.

The tone of her skin, with its soft bluish lights, and of her hair, and as well as her slow movements and silent character, all made one think of some inhabitant of the sea.

Ah, dreams which even thoughts must not touch - so wonderful and sacred they were.

She's extremely un-suburban and charismatic and has this way of making you feel you're the only thing standing between her and death due to boredom.

It's always something special with me. You never know how and what I can do on the court. I think that's why the people like that, a little bit a mystery part of me.

It's always very fun to play someone who's somewhat enigmatic, but at the same time there are underpinnings of real concern for mankind. That was what 'Profit' had a lot of.

Ode to the Chamber...linger here amidst the chamberin which we embrace our lovetalk to me of sonnetsand call me turtledove...

The Decision...I wiped my hands on my pinaforenow sullied and stainednot crisp or pressedas it had been before...

She might, in one of her phases, have been a prophetess

The cat is the beautiful devil.

Every woman is different. Basically they seem to be a combination of the best and the worst—both magic and terrible. I'm glad that they exist, however.

The trip itself was the usual...adulation from all sides, rose petals strewn in my path everywhere I went, silver bells festooning the howdah on my private white elephant...you know the drill. I maintained my customary demeanor or regal calm and enigmatic silence throughout.

She sipped her sirupy stimulant with sibylline susurrations.

The interesting thing about Cleopatra is that she is such a shape-shifter. I mean through history we've all molded her to our times and our places. So there's room for a movie for her, but I don't think it will hew to the book.