Quotes About Fascination

there is in men and women a motivation stronger even than love or hatred or fear. It is that of being interested — in a body of knowledge, in a problem, in a hobby, in tomorrow's news­paper.

Literature ... is the rediscovery of childhood.

Void fascinates those who daren't look into it. They throw themselves in, for fear of falling.

rolled their eyes, panted and gasped, and tried by every means possible to show us that they were at death's door from starvation. Unusually, Roger did not join in. Instead he was sitting out in the sunshine in front of a patch of brambles watching something with great intentness. I went over to see what was intriguing him to such an extent that he was ignoring my sandwich crusts. At

I take him to McDonald's just to watch him eat and see the numbers change.

In literature as in love we are astounded by what is chosen by others.

What a man enjoys about a woman's clothes are his fantasies of how she would look without them.

We are under the spell always of what is distant from us. It is not in our nature to desire passionately what is near at hand.

My playground was the theatre. I'd sit and watch my mother pretend for a living. As a young girl, that's pretty seductive.

If there is reincarnation, I'd like to come back as Warren Beatty's fingertips.

Things forbidden have a secret charm.

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

Wonder is the basis of worship.

The time I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.

There must be bands of enthusiasts for everything on earth-fanatics who shared a vocabulary, a batch of technical skills and equipment, and, perhaps, a vision of some single slice of the beauty and mystery of things, of their complexity, fascination, and unexpectedness.

Man. God. Roarke. An interesting and flattering lineup.

She doesn't like you, McNab. "I knoooow. I find that really attractive in a woman.

As always, just the sight of him gave her a quick inner jolt. His face was like a painting, a depiction in perfect oils of some fallen angel. The sheer beauty of it, framed by all that rich black hair, was forever a surprise to her.

He watched, somewhat fascinated as she swished a slice of bacon through the pool of syrup. His steely-minded cop had the appetite of a five-year-old.

People often do the incomprehensible. It's what makes them so fascinating.

Why do they stare? They're always staring. Like dolls," she said as they walked into the building. "Or sharks." "I

I got a weakness for the sizzle, and the smarts. I don't care what chromosomes somebody's got, I just go for sizzle or smarts. Somebody's got both? I'm a goner.

I'd blow your mind with it. I'm talking hashtag-phone-gasm, right? I mean, I don't even know what all it can do yet and I'm on it all the time. You know?

People like murder, Peabody. They jive on it when it's got at least one of those degrees of separation. Reading about it, watching vids about it, turning on the evening news to hear about it. As long as it isn't too close.