Quotes About Infatuation

Sólo el cielo sabe por qué lo amamos tanto.

I really knew nothing about her, blinded as I was by that burning loveliness which replaces everything else and justifies everything

Lolita, luce della mia vita, fuoco dei miei lombi. Mio peccato, anima mia. Lo-li-ta: la punta della lingua compie un percorso di tre passi sul palato per battere, al terzo, contro i denti. Lo. Li. Ta.

Goodness, what crazy purchases were prompted by the poignant predilection Humbert had in those days for check weaves, bright cottons, frills, puffed-out short sleeves, soft pleats, snug-fitting bodices and generously full skirts! Oh Lolita, you are my girl, as Vee was Poe's and Bea Dante's, and what little girl would not like to whirl in a circular skirt and scanties

Humbert was perfectly capable of intercourse with Eve, but it was Lilith he longed for

my own desire for her blinds me when she is near

All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other.

I never knew what it was to crave a woman's touch. Or to hunger for a woman's kiss." "And now you do?" she asked hesitantly. "Since I met you, Corinne Bishop, I've been thinking of little else.

I have a thing for you, Ms. Laurent. In case you haven't noticed.

Was he actually looking forward to seeing Cara again? The goofy way his lips were curved into a smile said yes, and horror of horrors, he realized he was experiencing some sort of crush. He needed to kill something.

Fuck me, I love her.

I'm crazy, stupid, out of my mind in love with you

I want to see your stockings," he growled. "The plain white ones." Her lips parted, as if to make a refusal, and then she blinked. Her puzzled look only made her more adorable to him. "Yes, I was driven demented in your closet." He bent down to kiss her. "I'm passionately in love with your hosiery.

And I didn't even try to fight the smile returning to my face, as I realized in that moment that I would eat a million pepperoni pizzas for that girl. And she knew. Damn it.

Frankie sat there, oblivious to them all, the pastel warm between her fingers, thinking about the fact that Sam knew her name, thinking about the way his lower lip curled under his teeth to pronounce it, thinking about his lips and teeth and hair and bones and all the other truths of a body that seem so mundane when that body is yours, and so fascinating when that body belongs to someone else.

You still smell like the best thing I've ever tasted.

Even if I don't know a girl, or even if I know her but don't necessarily like her, I'm all the time falling in love for brief, intense spurts.

All the boys will be after you now.

drawn by the spectacle of sudden death

There is no disease (so destructive) as lust; no enemy like infatuation; no fire like wrath; and no happiness like spiritual knowledge.

For sometimes you can't help but crave some ruin in what you love.

Infatuation" Speak to me in colors– thus tinted are the windows to your soul. Might that I marvel in the mystery as it skirts 'cross their pond. And yet stilled are the words; they lie like copper upon my tongue–tarnished. For I cannot find them enough to say "I love you.

The crazy ones are mostly crazy because love made them that way.

Eliza sitting naked on a pink towel. So beautiful I could die. Concentrating, all focused in on her sketchbook, but aw, god ...her tail. Her cute little tail moving slowly back and forth, making a fan shape in the dirt. She's the one. She really is. I know that now.