I didn't get the charm gene.
The idea of a detached art, of poetry as a charm which exists only to distract our leisure, is a decadent idea and an unmistakable symptom of our power to castrate.
And Potomac flowed calmly, scarce heaving her breast, With her low-lying billows all bright in the west, For a charm as from God lulled the waters to rest Of the fair rolling river.
Great is bookishness and the charm of books.
So powerful is the charm of words, which for us reduces to manageable entities all the passions that would otherwise madden and destroy us.
Justice is as much a matter of fashion as charm is.
There is nothing -- absolutely nothing -- half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. In or out of 'em, it doesn't matter. Nothing seems really to matter, that's the charm of it. Whether you get away, or whether you don't; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you're always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you've done it there's always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you'd much better not.
Perhaps the basic thing which contributes to charm is the ability to forget oneself and be engrossed in other people.
Real action and true helpfulness are perhaps the ultimate charm.
Screenwriting Joe Eszterhas have always talked about the charm of evil.
the delicacy that respects a friend's silence is one of the charms of life.
Power without abuse loses its charm.
Do not let the word tripe deter you. Let its soothing charms win you over, and enjoy it as do those who always have!
The charm about baseball is everyone has played it in some form. Everyone relates to it.
As charms are nonsense, nonsense is a charm.
Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals; love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure.
A plain woman is one who, however beautiful, neglects to charm.
Half the charm of climbing mountains is born in visions preceding this experience - visions of what is mysterious, remote, inaccessible.
What is there in Rome for me to see that others have not seen before me? What is there for me to touch that others have not touched? What is there for me to feel, to learn, to hear, to know, that shall thrill me before it pass to others? What can I discover?--Nothing. Nothing whatsoever. One charm of travel dies here.
The best painters, as they progress in reputation and towards perfection, are found to dispense more and more with the technique of the art, for simpler methods. Simplicity never fails to charm.