Quotes About Fascination

yo, nadie especial, supe que él no pertenecía a este mundo; lo supe desde el momento mismo en que puse mis ojos sobre él. Era como esos pájaros –no recuerdo ahora su nombre– que muy de vez en cuando descienden del cielo para que los meros seres terrestres los veamos, y luego levantan vuelo otra vez para continuar su eterno peregrinar.

could see her

Still, it would have been great, just once, to have a man stare at her with total adoration. To have him be... enthralled. Yes, that was the word. She would have loved for a man to be enthralled by her.

if she thought she'd seen his eyes burn before, it was nothing compared to what they were doing now. Frost had never been so hot.

Marissa in a long creamy gown. The cop in front of her, stroking her face, evidently poleaxed. All around them, the delicious scent of sex in the air.

the moment he'd seen that female he'd forgotten his own name, most of his English vocabulary, and seventy-five percent of his sense of balance. Instant. Cosmic. Attraction. -Trez's thoughts about Selena

With his chin dropped to his chest, he was staring at her from under his brows, his pale yellow eyes glowing as they locked on her and her alone. Her first cogent thought was that he was a predator. Her second… was that she wanted to be caught.

There was absolutely nothing about her that courted notice. She wasn't anything like the females he went for. And she held his attention like a marching band.

From the first moment I saw you," he said in a hoarse voice, "that night when Sahvage and Mae came here… there was just something about you. I couldn't look away." Flushing, she glanced down at her hands. "I could feel you staring upon me." "I didn't mean to freak you out.

Hola, poli." La voz baja y masculina precedía de detrás de la cabeza de Butch. Sonrió. Ese sonido siempre le hacía pensar en la niebla nocturna, aquella que oculta lo que puede matarte. Lo bueno es que a él le gustaba el lado oscuro.

He was extraordinary. Or maybe…extraordinarily dangerous was more like it. However she defined the effect of him, she had a sixth sense he was going to change her life. The

Of course you're not interested in him. He's not a hot mess of self-destruction.

No, I had a thing for his car.

She knows you love the game.

It's not that I can't fall in love. It's really that I can't help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can't distinguish between what's platonic and what isn't, because it's all too much and not enough at the same time.

I think it's a lovely hallucination but I love it sorta.

She brooded and bit her rich lips: my soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches' brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.

My head is turned by every eye

He wasn't drunk on liquor, just drunk on what he liked—crowds of people milling.

Oh, I love, love, love women! I think women are wonderful! I love women!

I went to my first dinosaur hall with my father and twin brother. We went to the American Museum of Natural History, and I was blown away by the dinosaurs.

I'll tell you, 'Fire Walk With Me' is the one for 'Twin Peaks' fans. It's much more haunted than the TV series.

When I was younger, before I was born, I lost my twin, so I think I've always had a fascination for telepathy or the way that twins act and react with each other.

I suppose that, for most of us, the fascination of conjoined twins is that such people can serve as symbols.