Quotes About Fascination

That's what I love about fire, how it would kill me as quick as anybody else. How it can't know I'm its mother. It's so beautiful and powerful and beyond feeling anything for anybody, that's what I love about fire.

Brandy is so attractive you could chop her head off and put it on blue velvet in the window at Tiffany's and somebody would buy it for a million dollars.

I cross my fingers that if a demon dunks me in a vat of boiling lava I'll get thrown together naked with River Phoenix, and that he'll say I'm cute and try to kiss me.

The way she looks right now, you have to think about multiple car pile-ups. Imagine two bloodmobiles colliding head on. The way she looks, you'd have to think of mass graves to even log thirty seconds in the saddle. Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

My secret wish is right now to be romancing this dead girl. A dead girl. Any dead girl. I'm not what you'd call choosy.

The way she looks right now, you have to think about multiple car pile-ups. Imagine two bloodmobiles coliding head on. The way she looks, you'd have to think of mass graves to even log thirty seconds in the saddle. Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

Give me wonder, baby. Flash. Give me amazement. Flash.

perchè appena uno trova una buona ragione per farle, le cose perdono il loro fascino.

Dogs were a curious miracle.

The causes of events are ever more interesting than the events themselves.

I'm disgusted with how people get themselves to look beautiful; I'm much more fascinated with the other side.

Why one human being is attracted to another is one of the great mysteries of the world.

I just want to see how long they will keep entertaining me…these six stars.

She is really pretty. And somehow, she makes me feel all floaty inside.

To destroy wonder and mystery, is to destroy the only elements that make existence tolerable.

I could smell her perfume. It was light and airy, a scent I didn't know, and seemed personal to her. She was so beautiful, I couldn't bear to look at her.

Why do boys always love talking about ghosts and murders and hangings?' 'Because it's exciting,' Wendell said.

He was the type of man women said they hated, they absolutely hated, they absolutely and categorically hated, and then they went to bed with him. I was the type of man women said they hated, and then they went home.

And then she was looking up into the deep-set, dark eyes of the Marquess of Rockley.

Hello, Miss Adler. Irene Adler. Wow," he said, his voice hushed. "This is so weird.

The boys knew to hide their enthusiasm over little kid things that still had an allure.

Rather, it was the manshape that held them there, their necks craned, torn between the promise of doom and the disappointment of the ordinary.

She was all the delights of heaven and the fires of hell at once.

Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.