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Society never made the preposterous demand that a man should think as much about his own qualifications for making a charming girl happy as he thinks of hers for making himself happy. As if a man could choose not only his wife but his wife's husband!
- George Eliot
The angel ended, and in Adam's ear so charming left his voice that he awhile thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.
- John Milton
There's a restaurant in Manhattan called Balthazar, and next to it is Balthazar Bakery. It's tiny, and it's very charming to have that little retail outlet to sell the house desserts and breads.
- Tom Douglas
Bonhoeffer had always struggled with the "problem" of being charming. He mistrusted it and wanted the words and logic of what he said to be the only things to which others responded.
- Eric Metaxas
It was a marriage of love. He was sufficiently spoiled to be charming; she was ingenuous enough to be irresistible. Like two floating logs they met in a head-on rush, caught, and sped along together.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
Everything about her was so… delightfully unexpected. And he could listen to that drawl of hers all night.
- Denise Hunter
The secular mind and heart, however gifted and personally charming, has no place in the leadership of the church.
- J. Oswald Sanders
Holiness appeared to me to be of a sweet, pleasant, charming, serene, calm nature; which brought an inexpressible purity, brightness, peacefulness and ravishment to the soul.
- Jonathan Edwards
Holiness appeared to me to be of a sweet, pleasant, charming, serene, calm nature; which brought an inexpressible purity, brightness, peacefulness and ravishment to the soul.
- Jonathan Edwards
I never met a man that I didn't like.
- Will Rogers
And in their motions harmony divine so smoothes her charming tones, that God's own ear listens delighted.
- John Milton
How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh, and crabbed as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfet raigns.
- John Milton