Quotes About Fascination

There is no such thing on earth as an uninteresting subject the only thing that can exist is an uninterested person.

No one should ever be bored. One can be horrified, or disgusted, but one can't be bored.

What a glorious garden of wonders the lights of Broadway would be to anyone lucky enough to be unable to read.

There must be reasons why we men are so hipped on breasts as if we'd all been weaned too soon.

Egli ora sa che io lo amo; lo sa dalla mia bocca. Io non ho più scampo che nella fuga. Ecco dove sono giunta. Quando mi guarda, ha in fondo agli occhi un luccicore singolare che prima non aveva.

He followed the glances of some of them like a ray of love directed at a woman seated somewhere, engrossed in her own thoughts, made languorous by secret delights and softened in some impure way, with a snow-white face in which her mouth opened like a hive damp with honey.

Why do two people fall in love? It's a mystery.

If Marx at twenty-two had a problem, it was that he was attracted to too many things and people.

He was so handsome. I nearly wanted to swoon. The word swoon had never even popped into my head before I saw him that night, let alone as something that I might do.

Marx's favorite adjective was "interesting." The world seemed filled with interesting books to read, interesting plays and movies to see, interesting games to play, interesting food to taste, and interesting people to have sex with and sometimes even to fall in love with. To Marx, it seemed foolish not to love as many things as you could.

As he stared at her in hushed wonder, it was as though the world stopped. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, a virginal water nymph, her tender skin flushed and glistening, the long tendrils of her strawberry-blond hair twining around her arms and slender waist, her thin muslin chemise wafting around her elegant hips like the white, delicate flowers of the lily pads she had studied so carefully in the garden. He could barely breathe for sheer worship.

He was known to fall in love six or seven times a day.

Huh. Redheads. What is it about redheads?

She resembled a rainbow and the pot of gold; rarely observed and never discovered.

In the cab of the locomotive it was the swaggering hotshot known as the engineer who was boss. This "engine runner" (also called a "hoghead" or "hogger" or even "throttle jockey") was the object of the most intense popular fascination—it's been said that even Sigmund Freud dreamed of becoming a railroad engineer.

She took my hand and pulled me after her, her shoulders giving off a sweet peppermint concoction that the bodies of young women sometimes produce to make my life more difficult.

Oh. Sorry. I just kinda have a thing for cabinets. And chests. And caskets, trunks, crates, cartons... all kinds of boxes, I guess.

I love a lot of things, and I'm pretty much obsessive about most things I do, whether it be gardening, or architecture, or music. I'd be an obsessive hairdresser.

How did I get involved? As a young man I chanced to flirt with it and it possessed me.

Cosmology is among the oldest subjects to captivate our species. And it's no wonder. We're storytellers, and what could be more grand than the story of creation?

Shower while there were two dead bodies in the bathtub, and he was sane. He drilled holes in the heads of living people to make them his unresisting companions, and he was sane. He ate a bicep which he fried in a skillet, tenderised and sprinkled with sauce, and he was sane. For hours he lay with corpses, hugging them, cherishing them, and he was sane. He kept eleven assorted heads and skulls, and two complete skeletons, for eventual use in a home-made temple, and he was sane.

Maybe we are all cabinets of wonders.

Maybe, thought Ben, we are all cabinets of wonders.

Hugo headed off toward the door to leave, but the bookstore was warm and quiet, and the teetering piles of books fascinated him.