Quotes About Infatuation

Leider kann ich nicht in Worte fassen, wie sehr ich dieses Spiel liebe. Ich könnt ein 1000-seitiges Buch schreiben und es wäre dennoch nicht genug.

Behind every vocation there is a fetish.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Neither do I. I do, however, believe in major, more-than-just-physical attraction at first sight. I believe that every once in a while—once, maybe twice in a lifetime—you are drawn to someone so deeply, so primordially, so immediately—a stronger-than-magnetic pull.

She wore a killer smile, absolutely devastating. It was a smile that could twist a man's heart. A man could fall in love just being on the receiving end of that smile. A man would want to see the smile every day and be the one who could make it appear. He would want it all to himself.

I met Sable when she was 15 and I was 18. I sent her home to New York while we carried on the tour. When we got back the police were looking for her at the airport and everywhere!

I've had women who move to the towns I'm living in, just pack up and move there, never even met 'em before, 'cause they heard I lived there.

You can fall in love at first sight with a place as with a person.

I think you can love someone and be infatuated with them, too. But infatuation is immediate, while the sort of love in the West is something you build with someone. It's a trust.

Never trust people who don't have something in their lives that they love beyond all reason.

As he looked at her, she felt that flood of restlessness that she now knew was called desire.

She frowned at him. "Not every man thinks constantly of... of..." Darach grinned. "Aye, they do, demoiselle. Every man, from the time he is about ten until the day he dies, thinks frequently of that.

He smiled at her. And it hit her like a mallet to the temple, the realization that she was in love with him. Stupidly, dreadfully in love with him. Overnight, she'd become a fool.

He wanted to make cast models of her. He wanted to take a set of precision calipers and measure every distance between her features. He wanted her blood and glandular fluids analyzed by the finest chemists in the world—there must be something detectibly different in her inner workings for him to respond so dramatically, as if he'd been given a drug for which science had yet to find a name. But more than anything, he wanted to—

Fuck, I wanted her. Even knowing what she thought of me, I wanted her. In all my life, I'd never wanted anything, not really.

Fuck, I wanted her. Even knowing what she thought of me, I wanted her. In all my life, I'd never wanted anything, not really. Except maybe not to be what I was—what I'll always be. But I wanted her with every fiber of my being but it was more than a physical need, although that was a gut-wrenching thing, one that might end me. I wanted everything about her, from the way she laughed, to the way she spoke to her dog to the solemn way she surveyed everything.

One is very crazy when in love.

I believe in lust at first sight.And attraction.But not love.

I find myself daydreaming about him when I wake up in the morning, in school when something reminds me of him, and when I fall asleep at night

Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other that the fact that I want to be near her.

Oh, God. I'm in big trouble. Because I'm staring. I can't keep my eyes from ogling his chiseled triceps and biceps and every other "eps ' he has. The butterflies in my stomach have just multiplied tenfold as my wandering gaze meets his.

Stop thinking about Michael," Tuck orders. "He was cute." "So is a hairy ferret but I wouldn't want to date one. [...]

I realise it's going to happen. This girl of my dreams, this girl who is more like me than anyone I've ever met, wants to kiss me.

Infatuated people often look ridiculous to others; their nonstop cooing, touching, and kissing can be intolerable to friends who have left that stage behind them.

Purely sensual love is never true and lasting, for which reason first love is, as a rule, but a passing infatuation, a fleeting passion.