Quotes About Fascination

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.

quoting Tacitus's epigram "Omne ignotum pro magnifico"—everything unknown is wonderful

You're only as interesting to the extent of those that are interested in you.

Meilin passed stared at her. Some covertly

Women? Women are like...thunderstorms. They're beautiful to look at, and sometimes they're nice to listen to-but most of the time they're just plain inconvenient.

Danger, sweet like a forbidden perfume. I will know thee.

Women are like…thunderstorms. They're beautiful to look at, and sometimes they're nice to listen to—but most of the time they're just plain inconvenient.

But even a ninety-year-old blind priest would stop and stare at this woman. If

She bent down, looking at his hand from different angles, like a child expecting to find a hidden piece of candy. "What is it?" Her voice was like a whisper. "You can show me. I won't tell anyone. Is it a treasure? Have you cut off a piece of the night's cloak and tucked it away? Is it the heart of a beetle, so tiny yet powerful?

you will never find a murderess more intoxicating, more entrancing, than the sea.

Just as a beautiful woman demanded attention by virtue of her face and figure, Breeze drew it by near unconscious use of his powers.

you know how things always sound better when they're far away and you don't know the details?

Whether he was really a Martian or really crazy barely even mattered. He was still incredible. And I was head over heels in love with him.

I admitted, still drinking in his eyes, his amazing face. I never seemed to get enough of that.

I'm into, oh murders and executions mostly. It depends.

I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?

My job as a portrait photographer is to seduce, amuse and entertain.

Lo repugnante puede resultar atractivo a veces. Aterrador, amenazante, pero también tentador. Como cuando nos acercamos a algo que huele mal, pero no podemos dejar de aspirar el hedor.

Of course I was under the spell, and the wonderful part is that, even at the time, I perfectly knew I was.

She found herself, for the first moment, looking at the mysterious portrait through tears. Perhaps it was her tears that made it just then so strange and fair ... the face of a young woman, all splendidly drawn, down to the hands, and splendidly dressed ... And she was dead, dead, dead

When Milly smiled it was a public event—when she didn't it was a chapter of history. They

It's her general air of being some one in particular that strikes me. Who is this rare creature, and what is she? Where did you find her, and how did you make her acquaintance?

He had come abroad to enjoy the Flemish painters and all others; but what fair-tressed saint of Van Eyck or Memling was so interesting a figure as Madame de Mauves?

I was dazzled by their loveliness.