Ethereal Charm Quotes

I know where beauty lives, I've seen it once, I know the warmth she gives.

I'm either thought of as ethereal or fiery. And maybe that's the interesting thing about red hair: there's that fiery Renaissance connotation and the ethereal.

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?

Fair as a lily, and not only the pride of life, but the desire of his eyes

She was white, perhaps too white. Her eyes, which were almost always cast down, when she raised them testified to the purest of souls, and when she smiled, revealing her small, white teeth, one might be tempted to say that a rose is merely a plant, and ivory just an elephant's tusk.

But there is a beauty every girl has—a gift from God, as pure as the sunlight, and as sacred as life. It is a beauty that all men love, a virtue that wins all men's souls. That beauty is chastity. Chastity without skin beauty may enkindle the soul; skin beauty without chastity can kindle only the eye. Chastity enshrined in the mold of true womanhood will hold true love eternally.

The loveliest faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye and half with the fancy.

I do not think I have ever seen anything more beautiful than the bluebell I have been looking at. I know the beauty of our Lord by it.

What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!

A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.

Yet for all the childish innocence of its bizarre glamor, Venice developed an atmosphere, or became the outpost of a sinister deep-rooted power.... It is a place of dreams, not only the tinseled ones.

In each person I catch the fleeting suggestion of something beautiful and swear eternal friendship with that.

The ideal has many names, and beauty is but one of them.

That swimming, sloping, elusive something about the dark-bluish tint of the iris which seemed still to retain the shadows it had absorbed of ancient, fabulous forests where there were more birds than tigers and more fruit than thorns, and where, in some dappled depth, man's mind had been born.

Charm is the true gift of the Fairies.

I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses.