Quotes About Infatuation

It may be a crush, or hero worship (...), it may not be love, but if you've never felt anything stronger, how do you tell the difference?

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

He let me see in that strangely handsome face that he was thinking about her not without her clothes on, but eventually without her skin.

myself in love with her,' he repeated

That feeling in your stomach when you hear him whispering off-key, down the hall. That way your heart trips and then hammers against your ribs when he sees you and he grins like a little kid at the top of a steep, shiny-hot slide. Call it hormones, an early-stage bacterial zombie infection, or a very pleasant dream I was experiencing; I didn't care. I liked That.

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

Ever since I could remember, She was all that mattered.

I miss the way you got me high by that deadly hypnotizing smile.

Infatuation is the inciting incident. Maybe it goes somewhere, maybe it doesn't, but you can't have a story without it. Love is the story itself, the thing we carry with us after the mountains are gone.

Shameless self-willed infatuation Emboldens men to dare damnation, And starts the wheels of doom which roll Relentless to their piteous goal.

And when he had put on the yoke-strap of compulsion, his spirit's wind veering to an impious blast, impure, unholy, from that moment his mind changed to a temper of utter ruthlessness. For mortals are made reckless by the evil counsels of merciless Infatuation, beginner of disaster.

But I could I tell her so in a way that would suggest the distinctive nature of my attraction? Words like love or devotion or infatuation we're exhausted by the weight of successive love stories, but the layers imposed on them through the uses of others.

We base our fall into love upon insufficient material, and supplement our ignorance with desire.

She wasn't wholly infatuated, though she liked the way he looked; but, so too did he and that unfatuated her a bit.

Los que ponen los ojos en el sol, cuanto más lo miran más se ciegan, y así, cuanto yo más contemplo tu hermosura, más ciego tengo el sentido.

blood-thirsty with love

You call it madness, but I call it love.

And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love.

Without obsession, life is nothing.

I want to lean in and get a whiff of him and rest my head on his shoulder or maybe make out with his neck.

Me trying to concentrate on college, on life, when all I'm doing is thinking about him.

I can already feel myself falling hard, something I've been known to do... All because she smiled at me. But it was a damn good smile. A genuine one, which is hard to come by these days. Especially when you're me.

I didn't fall for you, you tripped me!

That's when I see him. Peter Kavinsky, walking down the hallway. Like magic. Beautiful, dark-haired Peter. He deserves background music, he looks so good.