Quotes About Fascination

Everything that deceives also enchants.

Magic happens when and where it wants to.

Gentlemen you had my curiosity ... but now you have my attention.

It isn't a toy, you know. You don't know anything about it. You don't know what it really does to your body.

Myrnin froze, staring at her. He really was amazing, she thought; when he had that light in his eyes, it was possible to see past the crazy behavior and clothing chaos and recognize him as just…beautiful. The longing in his face was breathtaking.

His gaze brushed over her, abstract and hungry. You burn so very brightly, you know Yeah, she muttered. You said.

My, if I didn't loathe her so much, I'd admire her.

And that was all of it. The machine stretched out in an endless, dizzying series of loops and whirls and weird mechanisms, sprouting wires like tree roots. It didn't look real to her. Neither did Myrnin, as he turned to her with a barely concealed red glow in his eyes.

smoke rose from my hand as it pressed against the white painted door

It's a guy thing. We have reactions to women in tight leather with whips. It's sort of involuntary.

Many children... delight in the small and inconspicuous.

Dash is getting very frisky in here with me, Mark. What I wanted to say was I wish Dash was getting frisky in here with me. Dash raised an eyebrow at me again. No he's not, Mark said. How do you know? Because if he was, you wouldn't be calling me to rescue you right now, Googly Eyes.

It's much better to be too easily interested.

Depuis un moment, mais pour toute ma vie, J'aime, que dis-je, aimer ? J'idolâtre Junie.

Why would someone cut out his heart? Michael shrugged. Souvenir. Sexual gratification. Dinner.

I've seen things that I don't understand but that nonetheless delight me.

I've seen things that I don't understand but that nonetheless delight me.

she mainlines books as though they're heroin.

Dorian Purcell

You're a scary woman, the way you know a man's mind.

I've always loved catching snow on my eyelashes.

Prim and proper, a cat woman . . .Hmm, I was left to wonder. Possibly a librarian in her late forties or early fifties. In town for a special occasion? It certainly left me to ponder her story.

Regina read all this, thinking with each sentence she'd put the book down. But a sentence became a paragraph, which flowed on into a page, two pages, a chapter, more.

I declare, that's the prettiest baby I ever saw." We say that even if the infant in question would draw a blister on an outhouse from a hundred yards away.