Quotes About Infatuation

I really do have this thing for middle-aged politicians.

Clare had studied the curves of those lips so many times that he could reproduce them mentally with ease: and now, as they again confronted him, clothed with colour and life, they sent an aura over his flesh, a breeze through his nerves, which wellnigh produced a qualm; and actually produced, by some mysterious physiological process, a prosaic sneeze.

For the love of men like Fitzpiers is unquestionably of such quality as to bear division and transference. He had indeed once declared, though not to her, that on one occasion he had noticed himself to be possessed by five distinct infatuations at the same time. If this were true, his differed from the highest affection as the lower orders of the animal world differ from advanced organisms, partition causing not death but a multiplied existence.

He was conscious of a cold and sickly thrill throughout him; and all he reasoned was this, that the young creature whose graces had intoxicated him into making the most imprudent decision of his life, was less an angel than a women.

Perhaps to know her would be to cure himself of this unexpected and unauthorized passion.

Tess was the merest stray phenomenon to Angel Clare as yet—a rosy, warming apparition which had only just acquired the attribute of persistence in his consciousness.

her mouth he had seen nothing to equal on the face of the earth. To a young man with the least fire in him that little upward lift in the middle of her red top lip was distracting, infatuating, maddening. He had never before seen a woman's lips and teeth which forced upon his mind with such persistent iteration the old Elizabethan simile of roses filled with snow.

He admired her so much that he used to light the candle three times a night to look at her.

Boldwood had not been outside his garden since his meeting with Bathsheba in the road to Yalbury. Silent and alone, he had remained in moody meditation on woman's ways, deeming as essentials of the whole sex the accidents of the single one of their number he had ever closely beheld.

His affection itself was less fire than radiance, and, with regard to the other sex, when he ceased to believe he ceased to follow: contrasting in this with many impressionable natures, who remain sensuously infatuated with what they intellectually despise.

Gabriel, para quien el rostro de Bathseba era como la gloria incierta de un día de abril, se mostraba atento al menor de sus cambios.

Entangled and besotted as he was, he no longer wished for anything else than to pursue the beloved object that inflamed him, to dream about him when he was absent and to speak amorous phrases, after the manner of lovers, to his mere shadow.

They had met at the club and Bertha had fallen in love with her, as she always did fall in love with beautiful women who had something strange about them.

The very…thought of him…is making me shake!

She was staring out a window and he was taken, as he had been in the bookstore, by her length and line.

Con cada vez que te veo nueva admiración me das, y cuando te miro más aún mas mirarte deseo

except when he kissed her, when he touched her, he devoured her as if he could never-even if he lived a thousand lifetimes-get enough!

You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

There is a world of difference, Lulu, between falling in love and being in love. [...] You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love.

The sight of her bare feet. What this is doing to Willem's blood pressure. She might as well have taken off all her clothes.)

And it took me by surprise how much I wanted to be kissed by him, to realize that I'd thought about it so often that I'd memorized the exact shape of his lips, that I'd imagined running my finger down the cleft of his chin.

Girl, he wants to dip you in Frosted Flakes and have you for breakfast. That's his favorite cereal, by the way." I...had no words for that.

You are my sickness, and I want nothing to do with a cure. ~ Torin