Quotes About Fascination

Long ago, Louis Wu had stood at the void edge of Mount Lookitthat. The Long Fall River, on that world, ends in the tallest waterfall in known space. Louis's eyes had followed it down as far as they could penetrate the void mist. The featureless white of the void itself had grasped at his mind, and Louis Wu, half hypnotized, had sworn to live forever. How else could he see all there was to see? Now he reaffirmed that decision.

I had an almost fetishistic attraction to film technology.

And yet, if she wasn't pretty, she didn't know it. She spoke and walked and moved her hands as if she were bewitchingly pretty. And for some reason, it was hard to take your eyes off her. I guess a novel would have said it was the play of her features. She was lively; she was animated; her lips curved with mischief, and her small eyes sparkled. I wonder if my features ever play. I bet they don

A good book is like an unreachable itch. You just can't leave it alone.

one must always know when to yield magic into the hands of the children who wanted to eat it up.

Gorgeous' you say in English and he likes that word tasting it like wine.

Apesto a dragón. - Es parte de tu encanto.

Estan tardando demasiado. -No te preocupes, volverá. Salamandra lo miro a los ojos, y entendio cuanta razon habia tenido Kai al afirmar que tenia el corazón dividido. Jonas no era misterioso fascinante como el elfo, pero era calido y agradable, y Salamandra se sentia segura a su lado. Cerro los ojos y apoyó la cabeza en el hombro del muchcho, con un suspiro. Jonas le acaricio el pelo. -Saldremos de aqui- le prometio.

Sempre hi ha alguna cosa bonica i fascinant en l'horror més pur.

She had thought Raymond handsome. But the Raven was something beyond handsome. Beyond gallant manners and teasing glances. He was like the old, old stories, like the unknown man who waited on a darkened hill, the mist around him, hand outstretched ... In the stories, if a woman went to him... she did not return. But she wanted to go ... She wanted.

Ella was a perfect study in contradictions, and I'd somehow contracted her like a beautiful disease.

Digamos que me fascina la textura que adquieres en el recuerdo.

Despite the pain and the blood, Roza took in the icy-eyed man's expression of frozen, stony horror and reveled in it, delighted in it. It was delicious, his horror. She wanted to see it up close. She wanted to eat it.

Frankie sat there, oblivious to them all, the pastel warm between her fingers, thinking about the fact that Sam knew her name, thinking about the way his lower lip curled under his teeth to pronounce it, thinking about his lips and teeth and hair and bones and all the other truths of a body that seem so mundane when that body is yours, and so fascinating when that body belongs to someone else.

It was delicious, his horror. She wanted to see it up close. She wanted to eat it.

He was stunning,incredible,unlike anything she had ever seen before.Around her,the crowd noise dissipated to a dull hum,but she barely noticed.Her gaze was slowly traveling the length of him,taking in his predatory stance and powerful muscle and tanned skin.

The world, I sometimes think, is filled with someone liking someone who likes someone else who likes someone else.

It's The Addie Show all over again. Every channel, every network.

Even if I don't know a girl, or even if I know her but don't necessarily like her, I'm all the time falling in love for brief, intense spurts.

But I had their instant, magnetic liking for my enemy and before I knew where, or even who I was, I had become prisoner of the effect I had on them. [...] I was shackled not so much to my good looks, as to what people, after seeing me, first imagined and then through their imaginations compelled me to be.

I love women. I love all the bright and attractive people and things of this world, the flame and also the moth, the dancer and the dance.

Who has time to make up stories when the truth is so much more interesting?

When she spoke of Pauline Hawthorne, her tone was half the adoration of a schoolgirl for a crush, half the adoration of a devotee for a saint. It had not been clear, at first, that it would turn out that way.

All the boys will be after you now.