Quotes About Fascination

My wonder button is being pushed all the time.

If she were more perfect she would be less interesting

I don't know how to talk to you, Mrs. Huntingdon . . . you are only half a woman--your nature must be half human, half angelic. Such goodness overawes me; I don't know what to make of it.

Peter was the ideal boy: tall, good-looking and slender, with a serious, quiet and intelligent face. He had dark hair, beautiful brown eyes, pale cheeks and a nicely pointed nose. I was crazy about his smile, which made him look so boyish and mischievous.

Everyone here thinks my interest is just a passing fancy, since they've never heard of a teenager with an appreciation of mythology. Well then, I guess I'm the first!

Oh, that was marvellous. Could we play it again?

You know they were never apart? He loved her so much he never grew tired of watching her, listening to her, hearing her laugh. He still found her just as fascinating, after twelve years.

He was also inordinately fond of cats.

The beautiful know they have power, and she had, in her diminutive charm, a certain power of which she was always casually aware.

Some mysteries are simply irresistible," she said. "They have components that alter a life.

It was as if I had only just been able to see colours and shapes for the first time. I was so enthralled with the buttons on Lestat's black coat that I looked at nothing else for a long time.

An alien calm crept slowly over me. It was dark, full of bitterness and growing fascination.

I found her more alluring than any woman I'd known in mortal life.

When you love coffee you abandon everything to that love.

I'm too much the slave of my own obsessions and fascination.

He was too fascinated with this ghost of Magnus. So many questions came to his mind: "Can you eat, can you drink, can you make love, can you taste?" "No," said Magnus, "but I can see very well, and I can feel hot and cold in a pleasurable way, and I have a sense of being here, being alive, occupying this space, being tangible, and having a tempo in time.…

Something happens to your senses when you look on Louis. Behold Louis...

I found her more alluring than any woman I'd known in mortal life. Even

she seemed to me an intriguing soul clothed

It's the risk that fascinates, the moment of infinite possibility.

You stare at anything long enough and suddenly it looks monstrous." She had in fact turned away from him to stare at the bowl of flowers in the middle of the table. Old tea roses, falling to pieces amid the baby's breath and fern and purple zinnias. And they did look absolutely alien, these things, the way that insects always do, and sort of horrible! What were these things, really?

Lestat was holding me by the shoulders. I could barely stand. In fact, if he had let me go I would have fallen. I couldn't take my eyes off the pink-throated lillies.

Beauty carries us to our doom. Or, to put it more accurately, we are made by immortal by those who cannot sever themselves from our charms.

Oh, how is it such a fantasy could get its hook so deep?