Quotes About Fascination

He was beginning to see her as a locked garden that he could sneak into and sit in for days, tearing the heads off the flowers.

Anti-Semitism is a horrible disease from which nobody is immune, and it has a kind of evil fascination that makes an enlightened person draw near the source of infection, supposedly in a scientific spirit, but really to sniff the vapors and dally with the possibility.

Diana held Patrick's hand and settled him on the sofa between herself and her husband. I sat facing them and the closed door to the hallway beyond. We all had a cool drink and continued to talk. I could hardly believe my eyes as I watched Patrick nestled on the sofa between the most famous couple in the world. As I carried on my conversation with the royal pair, I kept thinking, "I can't believe this! I simply can't believe this!

It is sad, is it not, that no one today displays an interest in the art of shrunken heads. Men, women, and children walk on the streets, they cross fields and enter forests, they run along the edges of oceans, but none of them, to the best of my knowledge, are thinking about shrunken heads.

I doubt if there are many normal women who can resist looking at houses. I believe, in fact, that when a house is up for sale more than half the people who look over it are not prospective buyers, but merely ladies who cannot resist exploring someone else's house.

I have not lost my fascination with death. I have not become a noticeably less intense person. I have not, nor will I ever, completely lose the longing for that something, that thing that I believe will fill an emptiness inside me. I do believe that the emptiness was made greater by the things that I did to myself.

Weed Rises to his feet. "Nature," he says softly, "makes so many beautiful things. But I did not know until you that nature could make a girl so beautiful.

Then you should be as willing. I know how poison fascinates you. Surely dying from it will fascinate you, too." Leaning closer, I hiss, "It is a pity you cannot take notes.

Le comble de la séduction, c'est de lui donner l'illusion que tu n'es pas en train d'essayer de la séduire.

Her dimples are a never-ending game, her smile is always changing, I could watch her forever.

Am urcat scara de incendiu purtat de dorin?a de a ?ti totul despre aceast? siren? cereasc?. Iar acum a? sta pironit, pân? când mijesc zorii, doar s? m? uit la spectacolul buzelor ei frem?t?toare.

I could hardly breathe, watching her, and didn't even notice it was beginning to rain. I was just mesmerized by her. All eleven trillion cells of her.

Because, you know, prime numbers are fucking serious, man. Some serious shit. They can make you lose it. They're like sirens. They call you in with their isolated beauty and before you know it you are in some major mind-shit.

Such as the Dancing Plague of 1518, where, over the course of a month, 400 people in Strasbourg danced themselves to the point of collapse—and in some cases death—for no understandable reason. No music was even playing.

my attention was drawn instantly to the girl with the biggest boobs. Her eyes were glowing.

of earlier thoughts, as he claimed it was. His horrified fascination with slave revolt and race war was a constant, in private as well as in public speeches.

I believe there is something else entirely going on but no single person can ever know it, so we fall in love.

Jake Hunter scowling was enough to make a woman drool. Jake Hunter smiling made her want to climb right up all six feet four inches of him and settle in for a long visit.

Her sweet bearing and fresh beauty Have wounded without sword or lance... —William Dunbar "Beauty and the Prisoner

I'm one of those people that thinks the Internet is amazing, and I can't believe it exists.

Someday you're really going to have to describe to me in more detail what life is like on the planet you live on. Because it sounds really great, and I'd like to visit there one day.

I skim through time and space at the speed of thought. The unknown is my prey, I bring it to earth in a single exquisite bound.

Looking at him was like staring at a prism; you saw something different from every angle. The one definite was that you couldn't stop looking at him.

Maybe googling people kills them … You keep looking them up to see where they are, until one day you look them up and they're dead.