Quotes About Infatuation

You liked me. I smiled. You were smitten with me. You were speechless to behold my beauty. You had never met anyone so fascinating. You thought of me every waking minute. You dreamed about me. You couldn't stand it. You couldn't let such wonderfulness out of your sight. You had to follow me. I turned to Cinnamon. He licked my nose. Don't give yourself so much credit. It was your rat I was after. She laughed, and the desert sang.

Every day I hold my breath until I see her. Sometimes in class, sometimes in the hallway. I can't start breathing until I see her smile at me. She always does, but the next day I'm always afraid she won't. At lunch I'm afraid she'll smile more at BT than at me. I'm afraid she'll look at him in some way that she doesn't look at me. I'm afraid that when I go to bed at night I'll still be wondering. I'm always afraid. Is that what love is - fear?

He's so cute, I can't help myself.

You were smitten with me. You were speechless to behold my beauty. You had never met anyone so fascinating. You thought of me every waking minute. You dreamed about me. You couldn't stand it. You couldn't let such wonderfulness out of your sight. You had to follow me.

And we want car wrecks. We say we don't. But we love them. To look is to love. A thousand people drive past the statue of David. Two hundred look. A thousand people drive past a car wreck. A thousand look.

I am staggered by you. I am intoxicated by you. I think about you way more than I should. I want to get to know you as much as possible, but you have to let me. I mean, if that's what you want. Maybe you think I'm a huge jerk, and maybe you're done with me. So tell me that if you need to." He kissed her hands again and peeked up at her, his eyes sparkling. "But please don't, because I desperately want to take you out tonight.

Julie Seagle If you can't stop thinking about someone's update, that's called "status cling.

Non avrei un vero bisogno di conoscere questa lingua. Non vivo in Italia, non ho amici italiani. Ho solo il desiderio. Ma alla fine un desiderio non è altro che un bisogno folle. Come in tanti rapporti passionali, la mia infatuazione diventerà una devozione, un'ossessione. Ci sarà sempre qualcosa di squilibrato, di non corrisposto. Mi sono innamorata, ma ciò che amo resta indifferente. La lingua non avrà mai bisogno di me.

The first thing I can really tell you is I really love the work.

I began to become very infatuated at the creation of my own music rather than someone else's and my piano teacher used to get really cross with me because of the fact that I wasn't studying my lessons, I was writing things of my own.

People often ask me about what constitutes a nerd-friendly show - like, does it have to have sci-fi elements? But I think it's just a show that satisfies the secret craving we all have to be obsessed with something and not feel at all stupid about it.

The subject of an outsider who becomes obsessed.

People can get obsessed with romance, they can get obsessed with political paranoia, they can get obsessed with horror. It's isn't the fault of the subject matter that creates the obsession, I don't think.

My love is unique. No one can rival her, for she is the most beautiful girl alive. Just by passing, she has stolen my heart.

Hietanen ärtyi myöskin: – Ei jumalaut! Mää en millään lakkaa ihmettelemäst millai mies pitä kaiken romun takanans. Kuin helvetin taval sitä voi oikein rakasta rätejä ja lumpui. Jokku rakastava nätei flikoi, ja sen mää kyl ymmärrän, mut kuin helvetin taval? Ei, mää olen mahdottoman hämmästynyt. Mää ihmettelen oikein kauhiast tämmöst ja olen niinkun klavul päähä lyöty.

We all have a weakness for beauty.

He couldn't have fallen in love with her in a couple of hours. Why not? I fell in love with her in a couple of minutes. I worshipped her immediately we met, the popeyed little excrescence.

I like her; I could watch her the rest of my life. She has breasts that smile.

Now, I'm very vulnerable to female beauty, as you know. Everybody's defenseless against something, and that's it for me. I see it and it blinds me to everything else.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

I only have eyes for you.

I liked this guy a lot. And I thought he liked me a lot, but in truth he didn't really like me at all. He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything-he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with flirts-you lose all sense of proportion. So I made a fool of myself, even though I didn't realize it at the time. I was so devoted to him.

Kind of. Is missing something proof of how much you were into it in the first place?