Quotes About Fascination

Women only strike men as being mysterious

Un incontro banale, facile da dimenticare nel caso di qualsiasi altra ragazza. Ma mentre le stringeva la mano e fissava quegli smaglianti occhi di smeraldo, Noah non ebbe nemmeno il tempo di respirare una seconda volta. Capì subito che una donna così avrebbe potuto cercarla per tutta la sua vita senza trovarne una uguale.

I read once that women love mysterious strangers.

Read anything, as long as you can't wait to pick it up again.

He had to say that the thing he found most attractive about her was that she had tried to kill herself. Now that was interesting-- sexy, almost, in a morbid kind of way.

He really liked this woman. Or, rather, he was really attracted to her, and nothing she had said so far had weakened the attraction.

Let her wonder. It's not often that I get the chance to be enigmatic and perplexing.

I stopped drinking so much, I stopped listening to song lyrics with quite the same morbid fascination (for a while, I regarded just about any song in which somebody had lost somebody else as spookily relevant, which, as that covers the whole of pop music, and as I worked in a record shop, meant I felt pretty spooked more or less the whole time)

Uno puede vivir junto al mar y no amar a los tiburones

I was a journalist and I liked to watch. I was in awe.

Do you know what I feel about you, Devin? About us?...Dazzled, you dazzle me. You make me feel things, and want things I never knew I could have. -Cassie

No sooner looked but they loved.

sexy." "I'm not interested in funny and sexy with Malcolm Kavanaugh." "Parker, if you weren't interested, on some level, you'd have flicked him off like lint on a lapel. He . . ." Laurel searched for the right word. "He intrigues you." "No, he . . . Maybe." "As your friend, let me say it's nice to see you intrigued by a man, especially since I like the

You're well and truly hooked, Gallagher, he thought, and decided he rather enjoyed the sensation.

Other lives just fascinated her.

He was good with women, he reminded himself. Probably because he just liked them—the way they looked, sounded, smelled—the strange way their minds worked. Toddler to great-granny, he enjoyed the female for who and what she was. He'd

she'd find she liked Gabriella.

I never knew you had such a shoulder fixation." "I do when they're attached to a body like that one.

I've got me a fascinating, beautiful woman I'm falling for. Falling hard." "Quick work." "In the blood. My mama and daddy barely did more than look at each other, and that was that.

You use the fairies where you find them.

I like looking at you.

Of course. You were attracted to my allergies and phobias. I've always found them ruthless sexual tools.

I'm thinking about a guy who's thinking about me. And thinking about him thinking about me has me all worked up. I don't actually know if I'm thinking about him because he's thinking about me, or if I'm thinking about him because he's cute and funny and sweet and sexy. He wears tweed Parker. Grandfathers wear tweed. Old guys in British movies wear tweed. Why do I find it sexy that he wears tweed? This is a question that haunts me.

Julia's fake love for Vance was exhilarating and idiotic; it was the kind of love you can only feel toward someone you don't actually know.