Quotes About Fascination

Human nature fascinates me.

I love music; I love performance. I love everything revolving around art. But I also am really passionate about politics and human rights and science and the environment. Those are things that fascinate me.

Definition of love differs for different humans. If I will talk about me then its something that makes you forget about everything else.

A hundred eyes were fixed on her, and half as many hearts lost to her.

Until that moment she had not really noticed him. Now she felt as though she'd stubbed her toe on a rock, and looked down to find that it was part of a buried city.

I knew I liked her then, really liked her, this girl with an explanation for everything.

She had what the Victorians would call a finely shaped head . You could imagine the skull quite easily. I'd know her head anywhere. And what's inside it. I think of that, too: her mind. Her brain, all those coils, and her thoughts shuttling through those coils like fast, frantic centipedes. Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts. What are you thinking, Amy?

But I know I'll never sleep again. I can't close my eyes when I'm next to her. It's like sleeping with a spider.

I've always found my wife a bit dazzling, in the purest sense of the word: to lose clear vision, especially from looking at bright light. It was enough to be near her and hear her talk, it didn't always matter what she was saying. It should have, but it didn't.

You can like an immoral character because she's interesting, not because you want to have her over for dinner.

Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts.

I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts.

Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it

Good Lord, I hated her, but you had to admire the bitch.

I have a dash of ADD, and I've always found my wife a bit dazzling, in the purest sense of the word: to lose clear vision, especially from looking at bright light. It was enough to be near her and hear her talk, it didn't always matter what she was saying. It should have, but it didn't.

Noah stepped forward for a closer look. "If it's a girl," he said finally, "then what's that?" And we could all see exactly what he was pointing at.

about an hour, Malik watching through the sunroof, following every move the chopper makes overhead. "It's

It is curious how little interested we are in the sexual desires of those who do not attract us.

The next best thing to talking to her is talking about her.

There was something about a fête which drew Arthur Rowe irresistibly

Suddenly watching her feet, so light and precise and mistress of his shuffle, I was in love again.

The ambiguity was that attraction.

And there was Tara, again with that shy half-smile and her burgundy lips slightly puckered, that shy kink, an incomplete curlicue at the corner of her mouth; he'd seen it before many times but never noted it, and now it had him mesmerized.

All human beings, Carl had learned, were fascinated with death. Only those who knew death intimately, as he did, understood its essential mystery.