Quotes About Fascination

A beautiful woman is a car crash. Shiny asphalt and smoking rubber. Melted plastic and metal edges. Glimmering glass shrapnel iridescence scattered across the road. Haphazard beauty. Dignified and slightly terrifying.

A beautiful woman is a car crash

Clarimonde sitzt am Fenster und spinnt. Fäden, lange, dünne, unendlich feine Fäden. Sie macht ein Gewebe daraus, ich weiß nicht, was es werden soll. Und ich kann nicht begreifen, wie sie dies Netz machen kann, ohne immer wieder die zarten Fäden zu verwirren und zu zerreißen. Es sind wunderliche Muster in ihrer feinen Arbeit, Fabeltiere und merkwürdige Fratzen.

Dios no se enfrenta sólo a lo antidivino desde fuera o desde arriba, sino que se da la situación inaudita de que se expone a su fascinación para pinchar desde dentro el deslumbrante globo de colores. O por mejor decir, utilizando el símbolo de Jonás, para matar desde dentro al monstruo devorador.

God does not only oppose the enemy of the divine from an external or superior standpoint, but also does the unthinkable: he exposes himself to Satan's fascination, in order to burst the dazzling bubble from within.

I don't necessarily love the sports per se, I love the stories behind them. Also in a kind of perverse way I like to study what it does to us, why we care so much. It's caring about something that's utterly meaningless.

The first time I hung out with [David Blaine], he took me to this condemned building, and it had a pizza oven and he crawled into the pizza oven and turned the heat on to 400 degrees or something like that, and he stayed in it for I guess a half hour. He came out, and except for one or two second-degree burns, he was unscathed. You meet a lot of musicians and filmmakers and actors, but it's rare to meet someone who can step inside a pizza oven and take the heat. I was intrigued by that.

No degree of dullness can safeguard a work against the determination of critics to find it fascinating.

Why do so many—not all, but many—run to see a crashed plane, or a train, or two autos with numerous dead about? Why? What is it? Weariness of humdrum and commonplace? Love of change? Horror of the same thing happening to themselves? Or is it something evil in them? In us? Do we like to see other people suffer when we ourselves are safe and don't suffer? Are we really just evil or a mixture of good and evil, whether we want to be or not?

The new Babylonian captivity is what we have done to ourselves, namely, the strange fascination with our contemporary culture evident across denominational and confessional lines.

He'd spent enough time in this house, getting into all their business. The way they pulled you all in, all of them, without stopping to ask you if you wanted to - It was crazy, charming, discombobulating.

En ook werden zij verlamd door de vreemde schoonheid van het tafereel: die wondermooie jongen met aan zijn voeten die wanschapen, twintig jaar oudere zwakzinnige, terwijl in de moestuin de pauw naar hen keek met een waaier van vijftig ogen.

Did I mention the gold piercing of a snake he had through the head of his penis? I'd never seen one before. I asked what you were supposed to do with it. And he said, "Start by making friends.

Keeper," Bramble said in a syrupy voice, grinning. "Have you met anyone so blasted handsome? " "Hush," said Azalea through her teeth. "He can probably hear you!" "And so dashing," said Bramble, though her tone was a touch lower. "And so perfect." "I've never seen anyone with such...fingers," said Goldenrod. Everyone paused. "Well, yes, his fingers, too," said Bramble.

When Clara played the piano, it wasn't magic. It didn't charm birds from the sky or pull the sun from the clouds. It didn't stop time or brighten the moon. But it did make people listen. When she played, people stopped. Some even romoved their hats and quietly said, Ah! It wasn't magic. But it was close

she was next to the skeleton of what

Ah, hell, we all thought she was the hottest thing since fire had been invented

Love is the fascination in every movement their love makes.

I got a fascination with food.

Books are to me as homemade tattoos are to an inmate. Can't get enough of them.

was for a fleeting instant the pachyderm Pied Piper.

The easy danger of stories, their adhesive allure.

impressed with a designer to the point of intimidation

If your sexual fantasies were truly of interest to others, they would no longer be fantasies.