Quotes About Fascination

Torque was the greatest thing in the world, as far as Lina was concerned.

Why is a picture of something real eventually more exciting than the thing itself?

Luke Jennings

Professional wrestling's most mysterious hold is on its audience.

Le botteghe degli stampatori mi hanno sempre attirato. I libri hanno un fascino particolare.

Wonder, as a quality of intellect, has fallen from favor.

Cat, gray tabby, calm, watches large, black ant. Man, rapt, stands staring at cat and ant. Ant advances along path. Ant halts, baffled. Ant back-tracks fast—straight at cat. Cat, alarmed, backs away. Man, standing, staring, laughs. Ant changes path again. Cat, calm again, watches again.

They have no awe left in them for the little marvels. All their wonder has turned to appetite.

How could a woman who was that beautiful, who smelled that good, who had such perfectly lovely teeth and bright eyes, be so thoroughly, completely, entirely, stark raving mad?" ~ Robert Cameron

Stanton stood behind her, dressed in black, his shaggy blond hair hanging in his eyes. He was handsome in a dangerous way that made her want to stare forever in his intense blue eyes.

Whatever her name was, she was pretty. She had a thick, careless braid of chestnut hair, a quick smile, and dark, merry eyes. She wore some kind of a fuzzy lavender pullover, and when she crossed her legs and lifted her guitar onto her lap, she had an interesting way of tucking the foot of the bottom leg back under her chair that made Hector feel melty. He looked away in self-preservation.

His mother had often talked about the way certain books called you when you were really engrossed in them and to put them down.

He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder.

Everyone loves a mysterious country.

When I was a kid, I had two great guilty pleasures. One was horror movies and the other was martial arts movies.

He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonderful.

She was fascinated with how lives can change after one tiny moment that didn't even seem consequential at the time, but in retrospect altered the trajectory of life.

it's like a squid in love with the sky.

Or perhaps it's the wickedness in him that she can't resist. There are such women.

He admired the world like a jewel, turning its facets to catch the light.

He was like a flame himself. He glittered, drew eyes. There was a glamour to him, even on waking, with his hair tousled and his face still muddled with sleep.

Each of her features alone was nothing, her nose too sharp, her chin over-strong. Yet together they made a whole like the heart of a flame. You could not look away.

God, he thought, her eyes are so bright, flashing, deep, full of promise, all those things eyes are in books but never are in life, and she was his.

Cultivate admiration.