Quotes About Fascination

The trouble is, she is unlike anyone I have ever known. There was something intangible about her. Something compelling, like heat from a fire. She had a grace, a spark -

If she was beautiful at rest she was doubly so awake. Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself.

Perhaps it is enough to say that I was caught by a smile.

an irrational and overpowering attraction

My eyes were always returning to Denna. She sat beside me, arms hugging her knees. Her skin was more luminous than the moon, her eyes wider than the sky, deeper than the water, darker than the night.

Si miramos el fuego es porque parpadea, porque resplandece. Lo que atrae nuestra mirada es la luz, pero lo que hace que un hombre se acerque al fuego no tiene nada que ver con su resplandor. Lo que te atrae del fuego es el calor que sientes cuando te acercas a él. Con ella pasaba lo mismo.

Because of this my progress was frustratingly slow, but I couldn't help but be fascinated. It was like suddenly being given a second tongue. And it was a secret thing, of sorts. I have always had a weakness for secrets.

Estuviera donde estuviese, siempre era el centro de todas las miradas, -Kvothe frunció el seño-. No me interpretéis mal. No quiero decir que fuera llamativa, ni vanidosa. Si miramos el fuego es porque parpadea, porque resplandece. Lo que hace que un hombre se acerque al fuego no tiene nada que ver con su resplandor. Lo que te atrae del fuego es el calor que sientes cuando te acercas a él. Con Denna pasaba lo mismo.

She had a face so charming that visitors of all ages and both sexes would stand stockstill at the sight of her, unable to pull their eyes away, practically licking that face with their eyes, the way tongues work at ice cream, with that typically stupid, single--minded expression on their faces that goes with concentrated licking

With one glance he had got himself trapped in the brown fundament of her eyes, he was in danger of sinking, as if into a soft, brown swamp, and he had to close his own eyes for a second to get out of it..

What he coveted was the odor of certain human beings: that is, those rare humans who inspire love. These were his victims.

con un gesto apacible, un movimiento de la cabellera, un solo y lento destello de la mirada dominaba el espacio y permanecen tranquilas como en el centro de un ciclón, al parecer ignorantes de la propia fuerza de atracción, que arrastra hacia ellas de modo irresistible los anhelos y las almas tanto de hombre como mujeres.

No era él quien perseguia la fragancia, sino la fragancia la que le había hecho prisionero y ahora le atraía irrevocablemente hacia sí.

There was something about animals and babies that causes competent and sane adults to be reduced to a state of speaking pure gibberish. Normally,

Without noticing, I slip into a light yet lingering malaise. Not a depression, more like a fascination for melancholia, which I turn in my hand as if it were a small planet, streaked in shadow, impossibly blue.

He picks the lock of her dreams with her own hairpin.

The child, mystified by the commonplace, moves effortlessly into the strange..

That's the one with the magic, he would say.

I thought to myself that he contained a whole universe that I had yet to know

Without noticing, I slip into a light yet lingering malaise. Not a depression, more like a fascination of melancholia, which I turn in my hand as if it were a small blue planet, streaked in shadow, impossibly blue.

How could I have nothing to read? Perhaps it wasn't a lack of a book but a lack of obsession.

He no longer wished to be dead. At the same time, it cannot be said that he was glad to be alive. But at least he did not resent it. He was alive, and the stubbornness of this fact had little by little begun to fascinate him - as if he had managed to outlive himself, as if he were somehow living a posthumous life.

The great spectacle of human crookedness. It keeps coming at you from all sides, and whether you like it or not, it's the most interesting show in town.

The longer I listened, the harder I found it to leave. To get inside that music: perhaps that is a place where one could finally disappear.