Quotes About Fascination

le regardait avec un respect attendri, mais pas trop fixement pour ne pas chercher à percer le mystère de ses supériorités.

Não tinha à minha frente mais que um senhor de casaca que se ia afastando; mas eu manobrava em seu redor, como um refletor defeituoso, e sem conseguir aplicá-lo exatamente sobre ele, o pensamento de que era o príncipe de Saxe e ia ver a princesa de Guermantes.

we love only that in which we pursue something inaccessible, we love only what we do not possess,

the fascination of my book, a magic as potent as the deepest slumber,

As pessoas mundanas estão de tal modo acostumadas a que as procurem que quem lhes foge parece-lhes uma fênix e domina-lhes por inteiro o pensamento.

the fine binding of his volume of Balzac I asked him which was his favourite novel in the Comédie Humaine, he replied, his thoughts irresistibly attracted to the same topic: "Either one thing or the other, a tiny miniature like the Curé de Tours and the Femme abandonnée, or one of the great frescoes like the series of Illusions perdues. What! You've never read Illusions perdues?

Let but a single real feature—the little that one distinguishes of a woman seen from afar or from behind—enable us to project the form of beauty before our eyes, we imagine that we have seen her before, our heart beats, we hasten in pursuit, and will always remain half-persuaded that it was she, provided that the woman has vanished: it is only if we manage to overtake her that we realise our mistake.

Le sourire de Monna Lisa, dont nous ne savons rien (c'est peut-être un visage d'homme) est plus mystérieux.

Woman is the sun, an extraordinary creature, one that makes the imagination gallop.

You will hear it for yourselves, and it will surely fill you with wonder.

The lobby was at once attractive and bleak, a place meant to impress without creating the desire to linger.

she was so small, you couldn't help but imagine what she looked like naked." -- Brilliance, 2013

He had learned something already in the course of his journey. If you carried a closed wooden box, people want to know what is in it.

I don't know if he gets all of it, but he loves it anyway, and you don't have to understand everything about something to love it, do you? In fact sometimes that can make you love something more.

For just as some women are said to be handsome though without adornment, so this subtle manner of speech, though lacking in artificial graces, delights us.

When he comes into a room, you give a little gasp, deep inside, far inside,' someone once said when trying to describe what it meant to love.

Woman magic. A quality that could bring great joy or havoc or both in equal measure.

I don't love you, you know. I'm merely crazy about you.

It may come as an extraordinary shock to you but you're the only woman who has ever succeeded in getting under my skin. It could be because you're a raving lunatic.

I know essentially you're some kind of enchantress. Maybe you're still serving your apprenticeship, but you're an enchantress all right. Probably I'd get used to you in time. Right now, it's only my demonic will that's keeping me playing it mighty cool.

Interesting." Raistlin coughed the word. Tanis glanced at him sharply. "What is interesting?" "I've never heard you lie before, Half-Elf," Raistlin said softly. " I find it...quite...fascinating.

The tattoo attracts and also repels precisely because it is different.

The thing that's between us is fascination, and the fascination resides in our being alike. Whether you're a man or a woman, the fascination resides in finding out that we're alike.

Once bitten, totally smitten.