Quotes About Infatuation

I liked your eyes and I could tell that you liked my body.

He was the corner that her eyes always strayed toward

We don't fall in love, we fall in lust. We ascend to love.

Nothing is so strange when one is in love.

The object of the passion is just an accessory to the passion itself.

Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, he found himself suddenly accosted by some kind of synaesthetic fixation with the woman: hearing the colour of her hair in the mosque, smelling the touch of her hand on the tube, tasting her smile while innocently walking the streets on his way to work; and this in turn led to a knowledge of every public convenience in London, led to the kind of masturbation that even a fifteen-year-old boy living in Shetlands might find excessive.

He looked like the love thoughts of women.

he meant to marry her right from the train. Hurry up and come because he was about to turn into pure sugar thinking about her.

I am really addicted to music.

I have an addictive personality, so when I like something, I really want it all.

I come from a position where it seems like I have an addictive quality to everything in my life.

When I was about 7, I fancied Anna Chlumsky; the girl from 'My Girl.'

De todas las mujeres que conocí en el mundo vivo, ninguna produjo en mí el efecto que Enid. La impresión fue tan fuerte que la imagen y el recuerdo mismo de todas las mujeres se borró. En mi alma se hizo de noche, donde se alzó un solo astro imperecedero: Enid. La sola posibilidad de que sus ojos llegaran a mirarme sin indiferencia, deteníame bruscamente el corazón. Y ante la idea de que alguna vez podía ser mía, la mandíbula me temblaba.

Creativity begins with an affinity for something. It's like falling in love.

In bubbles, infatuation with market momentum takes over from any notion of value and fair price, and greed (plus the pain of standing by as others make seemingly easy money) neutralises any prudence that might otherwise hold sway.

falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.

Oh baby, oh baby.

He wanted her. Her. Nothing could take that away from her. Ever. He wanted her, not the status he thought her purloined name could bring him

Her eyes, he says, are stars at dusk, Her mouth as sweet as red-rose-musk; And when she dances his young heart swells With flutes and viols and silver bells; His brain is dizzy, his senses swim, When she slants her ragtime eyes at him... Moonlight shadows, he bids her see, Move no more silently than she. It was this way, he says, she came, Into his cold heart, bearing flame. And now that his heart is all on fire Will she refuse his heart's desire??...

All at once she was eighteen, a stupid girl with a stupid crush who believed that someone like Will might actually see her as anything more the his best friend's kid sister.

I've never wanted another woman as much as I want you. Never have and I know I never will again. There is something special about you. You make me need. You make me want. You make me go absolutely insane so that nothing else matters but you. That kind of desire can't be contained or controlled. It will make a man desperate. Make him weak.

Purity engenders Wisdom, Passion avarice, and Ignorance folly, infatuation and darkness.

For me, cinema is a vice. I love it intimately.

Evie fought to contain a rush of eagerness, afraid of appearing foolishly infatuated with him. However, no matter how sternly she tamped her feelings down beneath the surface, they seemed to sift out like diamond dust, sparkling visibly in the air around her. The odd thing was, he seemed similarly glad to be in her presence, for once discarding the guise of a jaded rake, and smiling at her with genuine warmth.