Quotes About Fascination

oohing and aahing over the Old Whaling Church and

Is there anyone in the world more fascinating than the woman you lost out to?

He had that nameless charm, with a strong magnetism which can only be called "it."

She looked like green rhubarb juice, and he had the expression of 'Damn!' all over him.

A dark-haired young woman in bright sunflower barrettes brushed by Matthew; undressing him with a look that he profoundly ignored, though he wouldn't have if he'd felt the fey iciness that a very particular, very exhausting sort of spell cloaked from both him and Kit.

Every eye in the room saw Cliodhna's white, white fingers, sharp nails crimson as wet berries, catch my sleeve, saw me turn around and duck my head to speak into her ear.

Her face was concealed behind a black velvet mask strewn with diamonds, and diamonds gleaned in the candlelight among the gauzy black silk of her veils.

He knew every inch of the thing's surface by now, had bloodied his fingertips with worrying at it, with picking at the spikes of the mouthpiece and exploring the curve and cheeks. It weighed as much as a small child in his arms, resting against his knees, and holding it close to his breast was the only thing that silenced the savage pain in his brands any more.

It's an addiction. An obsession. It is not safe.

She smiled as he came closer, her eyes as violet now as twilight, matching the shadows that surrounded them and lay under her cheekbones. The lines of her collarbone glinted like knives, and he could see the rings of her larynx through the translucent skin of her throat. He thought the bones of her fingers might crumble if he simply reached out and took her hand; even her amazing hair was lusterless and dry in its floor-long beads.

Much as she despised the man, she had to admit to a certain agreeable shiver when his lips brushed her glove.

She stroked her chin with a thumb and a forefinger. No wonder people were staring; the effect was distracting.

She catches my gaze when I would have turned away.

I like interesting people. I'm boring myself, but I'm drawn to greatness.

She did not look down in time to avoid the warmth of his smile.

Slowly, slowly, she turned to look over her shoulder, the fall of her hair kissing the high bone of her cheek.

Attraction is composed of desire and danger.

Mary nevertheless marvelled at another otherwise strong man being reduced by a pretty woman. What was there about the male character that could produce great strength of personality, yet equally great weakness when it came to females?

It was a woman--as pale and luminescent as a ghost, with swirling white hair. Ezra startled, dropping his pencil into the water. Her face snapped toward him. Her eyes were too large, clear green, and had horizontal, slit-shaped pupils, reminiscent of an octopus.

I'm interested in the dark side of man. I'm interested in taboos, and murder is the greatest taboo. Characters are fascinating in their extremity, not in their happiness.

[N]ot quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.

Knyghtwood, though the gales had stripped away most of its leaves, had not lost its fascination for Ben and the twins. Indeed, its spell seemed deeper than before. The trees all had faces now, the twins said, and fingers and toes. They dug their toes in hard when the wind blew, and stretched up their arms to the sky, and pulled down the clouds with their long, grey fingers, and made purple cloaks out of them that they wrapped about their bare limbs when the night fell coldly.

I see a stranger on the street and suddenly his eyes are your eyes, his smile is your smile. I'm going crazy. Hallucinating. And it's all because of you.

As you know, human history is full of evil deeds, and maybe we ought to think of them with tears, not fascination.