#charm

We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open. ↗

— Jawaharlal Nehru

#adventure #adventures #charm #end #eyes

A charming woman is a busy woman. ↗

— Loretta Young

#charming #woman

My desk was a present from Margaret Atwood. After Zen and the Art of Uterus Maintenance sold its first million, she said I needed a place to write, other than the local bus-shelter. ↗

— Nuala Ní Chonchúir

#the-writer-s-room #art

When virtue and modesty enlighten her charms, the lustre of a beautiful woman is brighter than the stars of heaven, and the influence of her power it is in vain to resist. ↗

— Akhenaton

#beautiful #beautiful woman #brighter #charms #enlighten

Okay, so anagrams. That’s one. Got any other charming talents?” she asked, and now he felt confident. Finally, Colin turned to her, gathering in his gut the slim measure of courage available to him, and said, “Well, I’m a fair kisser. ↗

— John Green

#colin #courage #cute #katherine #kiss

The ethereal beauty of the female semblance conceals that they really are dangerous like a great white shark in the most peaceful and deep water. (quote from the exhibit at the Cultural Museum) ↗

— Czon

#female-truth #females #scared-to-death #woman-s-charm #women-s-strength

I'm Liam of Erinthia. I'm here to rescue you ... And You are not Cinderella. You are a tree branch wrapped in a sheet ↗

— Christopher Healy

#folklore #humor #prince-charming #humor

What is the use of theorizing as to wherein lies the charm that moves us? ↗

— Alfred de Vigny

#lies #moves #theorizing #us #use

She went out in the city with its lights like a radioactive phosphorescence, wandered through galleries where the high-priced art on the walls was the same as the graffiti scrawled outside by taggers who were arrested or killed for it, went to parties in hotel rooms where white-skinned, lingerie-clad rock stars had been staying the night their husbands shot themselves in the head, listened to music in nightclubs where stunning boyish actors had OD'd on the pavement. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#art

He put his hand on my waist, and my heart began to pound, a rougher rhythm than the music. I held my skirt. Our free hands met. His felt warm and comforting and unsettling and bewildering--all at once. ↗

— Gail Carson Levine

#romance #music