Quotes About Infatuation

I fall in love every time. And I don't really fall in love a lot, but when I do, I fall hard.

I strode toward Mr. Coffee with lust in my eyes. We'd had a thing for quite some time now Mr. Coffee and I.

From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, girl, My heart says follow through.

Every time I look into his eyes I just want to take the ice cream or whatever I've got in my hand and rub it into his face. That's how much I like him.

I was infatuated once with a foolish, besotted affection, that clung to him in spite of his unworthiness, but it is fairly gone now--wholly crushed and withered away; and he has none but himself and his vices to thank for it.

who had taken a violent fancy to me, mistaking me for something vastly better than I was.

Peter was the ideal boy: tall, good-looking and slender, with a serious, quiet and intelligent face. He had dark hair, beautiful brown eyes, pale cheeks and a nicely pointed nose. I was crazy about his smile, which made him look so boyish and mischievous.

Mattie was in love with Daniel, of course; this was the X within the circle on her map: I love Daniel.

It was as if I had only just been able to see colours and shapes for the first time. I was so enthralled with the buttons on Lestat's black coat that I looked at nothing else for a long time.

When you love coffee you abandon everything to that love.

When he turned from his victim, I would see even blood teeming in him, and I would have given all the world to see him white again, my marble god, my graven Father in our private bed.

I am not a man who loves women of any age, but the sight of her foot, its arch so delicately stretched by the height of the feet, and of her leg, so taut from the pressure, was quite enought to send the most unwelcome and erotic thoughts through my brain.

I belonged to her now, quite completely. I was drenched with the scent of her perfume and her rum, of her skin and her hair. I wanted nothing but to be with her and to sleep beside her, and that the warmth of her would penetrate to my inevitable dreams.

I see these mortals in a more attentive light. They are so fresh, so exotic and yet so luscious to me, these mortals; they look like tropical birds must have looked when I was a child; so full of fluttering, rebellious life, I want to clutch them to have it, to make their wings flap in my hands, to capture flight and own it and partake of it.

Not only had she paid him attention, but she had secretly taken more pleasure in him than in any of the others.

It wasn't an itch. It was a sickness. It was poison blazing through him, thinking of her all the time, watching her, touching her, wanting and wanting and wanting until his mind went black.

Of course, she didn't care about me. She mostly made fun of me. But that just made me love her even more. She was out of my league, and even though I was only twelve, I knew that I'd be one of those guys who always fell in love with the unreachable, ungettable, and uninterested.

I think infatuation is like a garden. If tended and cared for, it grows into love. If neglected or abused it dies. The only way to have eternal love is to never let your heart forget what it's like to live without it. -Vane

How does someone know the difference between that and infatuation? He sat up between her legs, then pulled her into his lap to cuddle. I don't think there is a difference. I think infatuation is like a garden. If tended and cared for, it grows into love. If neglected or abused it dies. The only way to have eternal love is to never let your heart forget what it's like to live without it.

No. Real love takes time to build. What you feel is just infatuation. (Geary) But it doesn't feel temporary. (Arik) It never does at its onset. It's only in hindsight that we realize the difference between infatuation and love. (Geary)

A single smile from her could make his entire being burn. One touch from her hand and he was undone. It was terrifying to think of how much power this one person had over him. How one single gesture from her could affect him so profoundly. (Sin thinking about Kat)

But he's never been interested in me, and the last time I made a move on him, Caillen almost tore my arm out of its socket. Lesson learned. Syn off-limits. (Kasen)

Being in love was vastly different from loving someone. When you were in love, it consumed you. Devoured you. And made you deliriously happy.

Es imposible no amar a una mujer cuyo único fin en la vida es verte desnudo.