Quotes About Fascination

I'll confess it is pleasant to look at you asleep. You're quite beautiful, Clarice.

Their idle glances walked on him with many tiny feet.

You don't even dislike him all the time, hard as that is to believe. Then, if you're lucky, out of the stuff you know, part of it plucks at you, tries to get your attention. Always tell me when something plucks, Starling.

There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.

Don't you like the sight of a coffin? I really do. I find it a handsome piece of furniture, even empty; when someone is lying in it, then, in my eyes, it is positively sublime.

Marusja of the ready laugh, the orange-scented handkerchief, the bosom fair to outward eye.

She couldn't stop watching his eyes. They were bright black, surrounded by an incredible network of lines, like a laboratory maze for studying intelligence in tears. They seemed to know what she wanted, even if she didn't.

They lived for different futures, but they were each other's unrecognized halves, and what fascination between them did come to pass was lit up, beyond question, with grace.

Cyprian was captivated by eyes, but only by those that looked away, with either indifference or active distaste. It was not enough for her to return his gaze. She must then direct her own to other matters. It sent him into a swoon. It got him through that day and part of the next sometimes.

Reader, she bit him.

Life never becomes a habit to me. It's always a marvel.

They had met at the club and Bertha had fallen in love with her, as she always did fall in love with beautiful women who had something strange about them.

Only boring people are bored.

That's why an Angelina Jolie is always going to win over a Winona Ryder. Fuckups are more interesting.

They seemed to be removed from her by more than just language. French people leading French lives. Why was it that anything you couldn't readily understand became mysterious and glamorous?

She had never seen anyone like him before in her life. The clothes he wore, the sound of his voice, the expression in his eys, all made her feel that she had had z moomentary glimpse into another world - and she longed passionately to see it again, if only for a brief while.

She was truly beautiful, though that was not what drew him to want to know more about her. This woman of wealth and privilege had something else about her—and inner beauty—which he couldn't quite define.

May gasped, wavered on her feet for a moment, then settled a wistful gaze on Cass's hair. "Oh my, ye have a lot, don't ye?" And her fingers began to twitch. Cook

I watched, baffled, as Will Speckman floated like an angel, drifting down to the marina dock a hundred yards away. My mind suggested all kinds of crazy answers. The Trinity can fly. Will Speckman is actually a bird. Gravity has taken the night off.

Women are such contrary creatures when it comes to sex. You parade around like scantily clad vixens but blush when you're caught staring at the erections you cause.

I looked at Raphael. He looked back at me.Several parts of me that weren't on public display brought out their pompoms and began cheering.

It was his turn for a little bit of smoke to escape him. I leaned into Gabriel and asked softly, "Can you do that too?" His eyes never left Kostya, but his lips parted slightly. A tiny curl of smoke emerged. For some reason, it delighted me, but that delight was short-lived

I've wanted you since the moment you tried to run me over. You are unlike any woman I have met before. You are strong, and courageous, and you do not suffer fools...

I've never seen such a beautiful and noble person before. I'll capture you…and take you hooome!