Quotes About Fascination

She had influenced him more than any person he had ever known. And always in this way coming before him without his wishing it, cool, ladylike, critical; or ravishing, romantic.

I like your energy. I love your legs. I long to see you.

If you stand a lantern under a tree every insect in the forest creeps up to it—a curious assembly, since though they scramble and swing and knock their heads against the glass, they seem to have no purpose—something senseless inspires them.

It was this that made him attractive to women, who liked the sense that he was not altogether manly. There was something unusual about him, or something behind him. It might be that he was bookish -- never came to see you without taking up the book on the table (he was now reading, with his bootlaces trailing on the floor)...

For Orlando's taste was broad; he was no lover of garden flowers only; the wild and the weeds even had always a fascination for him.

She stood by the fireplace talking in that beautiful voice which made everything she said sound like a caress.

Damn it, Madam, you are loveliness incarnation.

But she's extraordinarily attractive, he thought, as, walking across Trafalgar Square in the direction of the Haymarket, came a young woman who, as she passed Gordon's statue, seemed, Peter Walsh thought (susceptible as he was), to shed veil after veil, until she became the very woman he had always had in mind; young, but stately; merry, but discreet; black, but enchanting.

For Orlando's taste was broad, he was no lover of garden flowers only; the wild and the weeds even had always a fascination for him.

The only prescription for me is to have a thousand interests.

Bond Street la fascinaba; Bond Street muy de mañana en plena temporada; sus banderas ondeando; sus tiendas; sin excesos; sin resplandor; un rollo de tweed en la tienda donde su padre se había comprado los trajes durante cincuenta años; unas cuantas perlas; el salmón encima de un taco de hielo.

Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.

See you soon my strange joy, my tender night.

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet. Age: five thousand three hundred days. Profession: none, or starlet. Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze? Why are you hiding, darling? (I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze, I cannot get out, said the starling).

wszystko, co budzi zachwyt wywo?any wiecznym zbli?aniem si? do celu, czeka zag?ada.

Ami azt illeti, Vannak kezdtek nagyon tetszeni a fák is, a csodák is meg az Adák is.

I found Dolores Haze at the kitchen table, consuming a wedge of pie, with her eyes fixed on her script. They rose to meet mine with a kind of celestial vapidity.

Oh, it was, and, remains, a source of great and terrible wonder.

She wanted to get to know them: Savage and his easy charm and gorgeous smile. Jehan, with his intriguing past and enigmatic personality.

I have a thing for you, Ms. Laurent. In case you haven't noticed.

He'd taken a lot of females in his life, females who played at sex like a contact sport, but Tayla . . . she rocked his underworld.

the girl somewhere, who reads you, whose skin has memorized your life. Nothing stops her fingers; they swim with you at night.

Larry: i don't really get this fascination that people have with the ocean Cheryl: no? Larry: i dunno. i mean i stare at it for ten minutes and i go okay i get it Cheryl: don't you feel calmer? Larry: i feel aggravated that i am missing what other people are getting.

I wasn't sure if I liked him or not, but he sure had me interested in finding out.