Quotes About Infatuation

People think copywriters are obsessed with words. This isn't correct. The word should be 'infatuated' - it fits the context better.

he was 'nuts about her', as the parlance of the day had it, as if it were generally recognised that love and madness are adjoining rooms with extremely porous walls.

This stream of watching made what was watched wanted.

We are all fools in love

It was impossible not to admire him, not to want to do something to contain that kind of beauty- drink him, ingest him, sneak into his shirt and hide for the rest of one's natural life.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Or do I need to walk past again?

Fascination with horses predated every other single thing I knew. Before I was a mother, before I was a writer, before I knew the facts of life, before I was a schoolgirl, before I learned to read, I wanted a horse.

I skipped to the door of my building. Is there anything more glorious than new crushes on boys?

Books are like a disease. Once you've got it, it's incurrable and lifelong

Here's a haiku/palindrome I wrote called, "Obsession." Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob

I want to learn everything about you. I want to change my major to Mallory Quinn and learn as much as I can.

Poetry drives out or suspends lust.

I think you're beautiful, the only beautiful person I've ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.

Only thus may we carry the truth to those without, and though the likelihood of our narrative being given credence is, I grant you, remote, so wedded are mortals to their stupid infatuation for impossible superstitions, we should be craven cowards indeed were we to shirk the plain duty which confronts us.

So glorious does love transfigure its object~Tarzan

But she saw that his eyes, which were sand-colored like his face, and sandy-lashed, had found another occupation. They were fixed on Conchita Closson, who sat opposite to him; they rested on her unblinkingly, immovably, as if she had been a natural object, a landscape or a cathedral, that one had traveled far to see, and had the right to look at as long as one chose. He's drinking her up like blotting paper. I thought they were better brought up over in England!

e o fat? delicioas?: n-am mai v?zut o a doua fiin?? atât de deÈ™teapt? È™i de dragu??. EÈ™ti tare îndr?gostit de ea? Newland Archer râse roÈ™ind: - Cât poate fi un b?rbat.

quando hanno nel cuore uno scapestrato (ed è lì che inclinano sempre), non se lo staccan più.

What are you, in love with her?" Travis says. "You're staring like an idiot." The weird thing is, I think I am.

A boy admiring a pretty girl. A rare thing to be certain. But love—true love—is something else.

I am a prisoner of love.

When you develop an infatuation for someone you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you. It doesn't need to be a good reason. Taking photographs of the night sky, for example. Now, in the long run, that's just the kind of dumb, irritating habit that would cause you to split up. But in the haze of infatuation, it's just what you've been searching for all these years.

Absorbes mis pensamientos de manera tan íntima como para permitirme pensar en otra cosa –no sólo ocupas mi mente todo el día; te introduces en mi sueño. Te encuentro en cada sueño –y cuando despierto no puedo cerrar mis ojos otra vez por reflexionar sobre tu dulzura.

OK, I confess. I Googled him once. Maybe twice. Oh, all right, so I've lost count over the years. But so what? Who hasn't gone home and Googled a man they're in love with? Hang on - did I just say the L word? - Lucy