Quotes About Fascination

And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him. The girl in front of him seemed to disappear, and all there was in the hallway was him and the sweet, beautiful smell of his blood.

And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him.

Fascination exists only in the imagination of the fascinated.

Jeeves, I said, listen attentively. I don't want to give the impression that I consider myself one of those deadly coves who exercise an irresistible fascination over one and all and can't meet a girl without wrecking her peace of mind in the first half-minute. As a matter of fact, it's rather the other way with me, for girls on entering my presence are mostly inclined to give me the raised eyebrow and the twitching upper lip.

Wait till you see her. Sort of woman who makes you feel that your hands are the color of a frightful tomato and the size of a billiard table, if you know what I mean.

Had I been alone, a casual glance in passing would have contented me, but for Ukridge the spectacle of somebody else working always had an irresistible fascination, and, gripping my arm, he steered me up to assist him in giving the toiler moral support. About two minutes after he had started to breathe earnestly on the man's neck, the latter, seeming to become aware that what was tickling his back hair was not some wandering June zephyr, looked up with a certain petulance.

He was conscious of a wish that he understood girls. Girls, in his opinion, were odd.

Sometimes all you need is a sprinkle of magic.

But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.

Though I felt like a voyeur to some kind of disaster, my eyes were riveted to the scene ...

He exuded ambiguities she decided, that was his fascination. His mouth spoke; his eyes said something other: his smile belied everything.... He played with the language of the Circle of Days like a child with an arsenal of twigs.... His music said otherwise it seemed to echo through time out of a past as old as the stones on the hill. He lied with every note he played. Or in his music he finally told the truth.

Once the back of their hands brushed on the table, and Therese's skin there felt seperately alive and rather burning. There could not understand it, but it was so. Therese glanced at her face that was somewhat turned away, and again she knew that instant of half-recognition. And knew, too, that it was not to be believed. She had never seen the woman before. If she had, could she had forgotten?

She had the kind of face that must be seen in action to be attractive.

When she stood up, the woman was looking at her with the calm gray eyes that Therese could neither quite face nor look away from.

Nothing captured human interest like human tragedy

Robert Langdon stood frozen in the doorway of the National Statuary Hall and studied the startling scene before him.

Aunque las luces estaban apagadas, Langdon notaba que todos estaban atónitos. Y él notaba un cosquilleo en su interior. Por eso se dedicaba a la docencia.

one way to understand people is to pay attention to what they love.

What's it called?" she asked. "La putain enormé," said Ada. "What does it mean?

Carol Dweck, the psychologist who studies motivation, likes to say that all the world's parenting advice can be distilled to two simple rules: pay attention to what your children are fascinated by, and praise them for their effort.

Never poor vain creature was so wrapt up with every part of the story as I was, not considering what was before me, and how near my ruin was at the door; indeed, I think I rather wished for that ruin than studied to avoid it.

We had been taken from The Wild and brought together in one place, because, for some strange reason, people found us interesting.

Edward didn't write any songs. For a long time he didn't do anything. He looked at her, of course. He didn't mind looking at her when she passed; looking brought its own special excitement with it. It was as if she brought her own light with her, because wherever she went, she glowed. Who could explain that? Edward liked to catch that glow once and a while.

Wanda Bone Bouvier had that thing that makes a hound leap against its cage. It ws a quality that was partly a bonus from nature and partly learned from cheesecake calendars and Tanya Tucker albums.