Quotes About Infatuation

they're both moonstruck. You remember how it is in the beginning." She grimaced. "Yes, a state of derangement with chapped lips.

Love is a form of madness, isn't it?

This was getting bloody ridiculous, he thought savagely. If she became any more adorable, endearing, or delectable, something was going to get broken.

He could no longer deny that for the rest of his life, he would measure every other woman against her, and find them all lacking. Her smile, her sharp tongue, her temper, her infectious laugh, her body and spirit, everything about her struck a pleasurable chord in him.

It was more than a kiss...it was a sentence of unbroken kisses, the hot sweet syllables of lips and tongue making her drunk on sensation.

He'd fallen for her from the first moment he'd set eyes on her, blown away by her beauty. Well, that had been lust. But now that he knew her, had seen firsthand what a fine woman she was, had felt her warmth, it seemed impossible to him that he could ever desire another woman. This was it. Nicole was it.

Her hand lifted without any volition on her part, as if it were the hand itself that wanted to be held by his. He gently grasped it in both hands, instead of the impersonal handshake she'd been expecting. His hands were as hot as a furnace. Slowly, watching her every second, he brought her hand to his mouth and—oh my God—kissed it. Something inside her, something she'd never even suspected existed, pinged to life. Heat, excitement . . . desire.

I'm insane for you, Amy. 'Like' lasted all of ten minutes.

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

The guy's only doing it for some doll.

Daphnis is beautiful, yes, but so are the flowers. His pipe sends forth beautiful sounds, yes, but so do the nightingales. But no words come to me about those things. I wish that I could be his pipe so he could breathe into me all day. — - Longus, Daphnis and Chloe

Who loves, raves.

I'm wild again,Beguiled again,A simpering, whimpering child again—Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.

I am not in love with you," she said. "It is an infatuation. I have heard of such derangements happening to elderly spinsters.

head-over-heels

She was carrying two coffees and a donut bag, and right then and there, he fell in love. -Animal Magnetism

I don't want to dig him or his sexy self. But I keep losing my clothes when I'm with him.

He made it hard for a girl to not fall head over heels.

So lost in her he couldn't remember his own name. Only hers…

He already couldn't remember what it'd been like before her. He'd thought everything was great in his life but then he'd been thrown a curve ball in the form of this gorgeous, passionate woman who he suddenly couldn't get enough of. Which made it official. He was hers, completely.

The stupid part is that he isn't interested in... in getting serious. We get along. We have fun together. For him, that's enough. And it's so stupid for me to get hung up on him.

I've had sex that didn't feel as good as Maeve's smile.

In fact he was as lovesick as a high schooler of an especially sensitive sort who wonders if he dare share a poem with his beloved or whether she will laugh at him. He does read her the poem and her feminine capacity for romanticism for a moment approaches his own and they are suffused in a love trance, a state that so ineluctably peels back the senses making them fresh again whatever ages the lovers might be.

It is infatuation that is blind. Love sees the flaws only too clearly, but goes on caring just the same, in spite of all