Quotes About Fascination

I don't think I ever really liked the world until I met him.

I like my job in emergency. Blood, bones, tendons seem like affirmations to me. I am awed by the human body, by its endurance. Thank God--because it'll be hours before X-Ray or Demerol. Maybe I'm morbid. I am fascinated by two fingers in a baggie, a glittering switchblade all the way out of a lean pimp's back. I like the fact, in Emergency, everything is reparable, or not.

Il padre gli aveva regalato un libro con l'incendio di Troia in copertina, e lui, da grande, non trovò pace finché non scoprì i resti dell'antica città di Priamo. Non

She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak at all. I think I might be in love with her.

For the risk of it, for the sheer surprise of pressing one's nose to the glass and finding someone staring back on the other side.

We are drawn to horror even as we recoil from it.

I catalog the breadth of his shoulders, the damp curls at the nape of his neck; the way the tendons in his forearms shift and play as he scrolls through his texts. It's shocking, sometimes, to be confronted with this when a second ago he sat on my shoulders, trying to pull down a star and unravel a thread of the night.

Suddenly the guy looked up, his blue eyes catching mine. They made me think of the heart of a glacier, of how, when you touch dry ice with your bare skin, you cannot let go even if you try.

The reason I am still sitting at Josef's kitchen table is the same reason traffic slows after a car wreck—you want to see the damage; you can't let yourself pass without that mental snapshot. We are drawn to horror even as we recoil from it.

It's pretty hard not to like her," he says. "Even when you know you shouldn't.

You scan the cheering bleachers for the strange boy's face: handsome, reserved, with the eye patch, a little dramatic, a little scary. You finally find him sitting there in the middle of the sixth row. He is wearing a dark green army jacket and is staring back at you. He looks sad and beautiful, like a watercolor in a hospital room.

Maybe. Because he's got to try. Because she is too interesting, too beautiful not to even do anything.

When we are around someone who arouses us, our blink rate also tends to increase.

For whatever reason many people who are not Christians are fascinated by eschatology

uncomfortable as I felt around him, and as much as he repulsed me, it was impossible not to be simultaneously fascinated by him, for his was a consistently intoxicating presence. Whenever I saw him, I found myself in a state of near paralysis. In this, I was not alone. Everyone hated him, but no one could keep their eyes off him.

Will the reader turn the page?

There was something about the man's abject humility that excited him in a way he could not have explained.

It must have been after more than five minutes of this concentrated examination of the phenomenal shape which this strange growth on the horse's neck was gradually assuming, that the door-keeper suddenly leapt to his feet and began shouting: Bundy! Bundy! Bundy! come quick! Here's a horse that's going to have two heads! For God's sake come quick, Bundy, and look! It's going to have a man's head as well as its own! Quick! Quick! Bundy! come quick!

He ignores you, but somehow you fall for him more every day. He does nothing, but yet that's enough to win you over.

He's the most confusing person that I've ever met in my life. He's starting to make me melt just like ice. He's the most exciting person that I know. Why does it hurt me that I know he's gonna go? Why does it hurt me that he's gonna end up leaving? Maybe I need to start believing... He's the one who always keeps me on my toes. What happened to me saying no? Why is it so hard to forget him? Why are these feelings returning? Most importantly, why do I like that they are?

Falling in love. Who can explain it? Who can tell you why? Some may give you reasons, but wise people never try.

That was the day I began cutting classes and returning to TV tapings; it ultimately led to a friendship with Johnny O, and an increasing fascination and respect for what he did.

Its amazing how you can fall in love with a person you didn't even notice the first time you met them.

When you fall for someone, everything they do becomes sort of beautiful.