Charming Quotes

“It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

“And there’s no way I’m leaving you alone with Prince Perfect.”
“So you don’t trust me to resist his charms?”
“I don’t even trust myself. I’ve never seen anyone work a crowd the way he does. I’m pretty sure the rocks and trees are getting ready to swear fealty to him.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Siege and Storm

“If you look up "charming" in the dictionary, you'll see that it not only has references to strong attraction, but to spells and magic. Then again, what are liars if not great magicians?”
― Deb Caletti, The Secret Life of Prince Charming

“Why, I’m just as true and honest as dirt. And I’m even more charming than dirt.”
― Tamora Pierce, Trickster's Choice

“Where did you see him?” Heidi asked.
“At the grocery store,” Mildred replied. “He was picking out a cantaloupe. Of course, I had to give him some tips. He was about to pick one that wasn’t anywhere near ripe.” The women tossed each other knowing looks.”
― Kirsten Fullmer, Problems at the Pub

“Monique bit at the side of lip. “He’s pretty active, I don’t want to impose…”
Tony stood and scooped up the puppy. “No, seriously, I’d love a little company.”
― Kirsten Fullmer, Problems at the Pub

“The poor man’s face twisted into a grimace and he pounded on the bar, protesting loudly. “Oh, you shush,” Kim demanded as she continued to knead his shoulders, jerking his whole body as she worked. “You’ll like this in a minute.”
― Kirsten Fullmer, Problems at the Pub

“The big question was, what all was this society up to? They’d certainly been in and out of his office, as well as accidently running into him all around town. Had he inadvertently missed what this group of ladies knew? And worse yet, had he given himself away?”
― Kirsten Fullmer, Problems at the Pub

“Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“Anybody can be charming if they don't mind faking it, saying all the stupid, obvious, nauseating things that a conscience keeps most people from saying. Happily, I don't have a conscience. I say them.”
― Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter

“There’s nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm.”
― Christina Aguilera, Christina Aguilera - Back to Basics Piano, Vocal and Guitar Chords

“If he gets any more charming, men and women may start lying down in the street for the privilege of being stepped on by the new Ravkan King.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“Seduce yourself first.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“She makes use of the soft of the bread for a napkin. She falls asleep at times with shoes on, on unmade beds. When a little money comes in, June buys delicacies, strawberries in the winter, caviar and bath salts.”
― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

“It is a great mistake for men to give up paying compliments, for when they give up saying what is charming, they give up thinking what is charming.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Charming villains have always had a decided social advantage over well-meaning people who chew with their mouths open.
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― Judith Martin

“He’s slipped up a little every now and then but after today, I imagine he’ll be spending a little extra time in church next Sunday.”
― R. Gerry Fabian, Just Out Of Reach

“Impulsiveness can be charming but deliberation can have an appeal, as well.”
― Sarah Dessen, Along for the Ride

“We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.”
― Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot

“I was good at being charming, one of my very few vanities.”
― Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter

“With mortal age comes the immense need for childish charms. Like a fine wine, sweetens with maturity.”
― Rae Lori

“I'll tell you one thing. Being with you keeps a girl fit.'

The Doctor beamed breathlessly at her. 'Fun to be with and good for you. Gotta be just what the doctor ordered.”
― Mike Tucker, Doctor Who: The Nightmare of Black Island

“His smiling face revealed a love too strong to be kept inside, but the feelings obviously rising inside him kept him from looking directly at Kikunojou. He gazed instead at Kikunojou's clear reflection on the water.”
― Haruo Shirane, Early Modern Japanese Literature: An Anthology, 1600-1900 (Abridged Edition) (Translations from the Asian Classics

“Miss West is never idle. Below, in the big after-room, she does her own laundering. Nor will she let the steward touch her father's fine linen. In the main cabin she has installed a sewing-machine. All hand-stitching, and embroidering, and fancy work she does in the deck-chair beside me. She avers that she loves the sea and the atmosphere of sea-life, yet, verily, she has brought her home-things and land-things along with her--even to her pretty china for afternoon tea.”
― Jack London, The Mutiny of the Elsinore

“Lily, I have known you all my life, and I have watched you grow up from my sister’s annoying best friend who followed me around everywhere I went into the woman who I love with all my heart and all my soul. You are my best friend, my soul mate and the wife that I will love and cherish for the rest of my days. You are my every heart beat and the reason that I breathe. I love you. I love you forever. I love you beyond forever.”
― Susie Kaye Lopez

“قالت لي: إن تليفونك يوقظني في وقت مبكر.
قلت: هل يضايقك رنين التليفون ؟
قال: يضايقني أن أصحو وأنا في حاجة إلى النوم.
قلت: إلعنيني ... فقديما قيل: الفتنة نائمة لعن الله من أيقظها !”
― كامل الشناوي, ساعات

“Madrid. It was that time, the story of Don Zana 'The Marionette,' he with the hair of cream-colored string, he with the large and empty laugh like a slice of watermelon, the one of the

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on the tables, on the coffins. It was when there were geraniums on the balconies, sunflower-seed stands in the Moncloa, herds of yearling sheep in the vacant lots of the Guindalera. They were dragging their heavy wool, eating the grass among the rubbish, bleating to the neighborhood. Sometimes they stole into the patios; they ate up the parsley, a little green sprig of parsley, in the summer, in the watered shade of the patios, in the cool windows of the basements at foot level. Or they stepped on the spread-out sheets, undershirts, or pink chemises clinging to the ground like the gay shadow of a handsome young girl. Then, then was the story of Don Zana 'The Marionette.'

Don Zana was a good-looking, smiling man, thin, with wide angular shoulders. His chest was a trapezoid. He wore a white shirt, a jacket of green flannel, a bow tie, light trousers, and shoes of Corinthian red on his little dancing feet. This was Don Zana 'The Marionette,' the one who used to dance on the tables and the coffins. He awoke one morning, hanging in the dusty storeroom of a theater, next to a lady of the eighteenth century, with many white ringlets and a cornucopia of a face.

Don Zana broke the flower pots with his hand and he laughed at everything. He had a disagreeable voice, like the breaking of dry reeds; he talked more than anyone, and he got drunk at the little tables in the taverns. He would throw the cards into the air when he lost, and he didn't stoop over to pick them up. Many felt his dry, wooden slap; many listened to his odious songs, and all saw him dance on the tables. He liked to argue, to go visiting in houses. He would dance in the elevators and on the landings, spill ink wells, beat on pianos with his rigid little gloved hands.

The fruitseller's daughter fell in love with him and gave him apricots and plums. Don Zana kept the pits to make her believe he loved her. The girl cried when days passed without Don Zana's going by her street. One day he took her out for a walk. The fruitseller's daughter, with her quince-lips, still bloodless, ingenuously kissed that slice-of-watermelon laugh. She returned home crying and, without saying anything to anyone, died of bitterness.

Don Zana used to walk through the outskirts of Madrid and catch small dirty fish in the Manzanares. Then he would light a fire of dry leaves and fry them. He slept in a pension where no one else stayed. Every morning he would put on his bright red shoes and have them cleaned. He would breakfast on a large cup of chocolate and he would not return until night or dawn.”
― Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio, Adventures of the Ingenious Alfanhui

“The top buttons of his shirt were undone, and the cuffs were rolled up in that effortless way men had - like they didn't know how it triggered women's reptilian brains.”
― Sarah MacLean, These Summer Storms

“I was wrong about that young man of yours. A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attentions and altogether charming. But when a man is really in love he can't help looking like a sheep. Now, whenever that young man looked at you he looked like a sheep. I take back all I said this morning. It is genuine.”
― Agatha Christie, The Mystery of the Blue Train

“You will never be remembered for stepping onto the planet, but you would always be remembered for stepping into your purpose.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Sips And Little Portions