Quotes About Enigmatic

My story can't be summed up in two or three sentences; it can't be packaged into something neat and simple that people would immediately understand.

My stories are often a little mysterious.

I am from Banaras and I have seen several aghoris. They are mysterious and their way of life is quite intriguing.

I want my shows to be eerie and mysterious.

I have an incredibly dark, mysterious, witchy side and another side that's very bubbly and cheerleader-esque.

I grew up loving actresses or actors who were very classy but who seemed a little bit mysterious because you couldn't grasp what they're really thinking. I mean, Grace Kelly always looked impossibly glamorous, yet you could always see there was something behind her eyes.

A lot of people say I am very mysterious. It takes a lot to know me.

I've always had an air of mystery.

One thing that's really important to me in my music is mystery.

What we do is pretty stylised. It hasn't got mass appeal. This, combined with the fact that we've never been over-exposed, seems to have created a certain mystery.

Because hardly anyone has seen 'Aaranya Kaandam,' it's like a mystical Yeti.

Banaras is a mystical city. It is not easy to know that city well.

Luke James has this mystique about him that's not something you can explain; you can only experience it. He's got a whole D'Angelo feel to him as well.

A part of him felt she would always have been a mystery to him, elusive and enigmatic, but at the same time, she was comfortable as if they had been together for years.

He was attractive in a rather solid, dark, hairy way.

Damon, leather and silk and fine chiseled features. Mercurial and devastating.

[Of Byron:] Mad, bad, and dangerous to know.

New Orleans is a place that actually resembles no other city on the face of the earth, yet it recalls vague memories of a hundred cities.

She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

Karou was, simply, lovely. Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx. Beyond merely pretty, her face was vibrantly alive, her gaze always sparking and luminous, and she had a birdlike way of cocking her head, her lips pressed together while her dark eyes danced, that hinted at secrets and mysteries.

He looks," Simon had once said to Isabelle, "like he's thinking about something deep and meaningful, but if you ask him what it is, he'll punch you in the face.

Don't let the tattoo fool you. I'm no angel.

She was beautiful and terrifying, savage and pure.

The kind of smile that has kept a froggy, dark sort of surprise in its back pocket, and won't spoil it too soon.