Quotes About Fascination

figure out if he knew her from somewhere. But he didn't, she was sure, unless it was just in passing at the mall. She would have remembered a man like him. For a long, long time. And then she would have dreamed about him. A lot. Probably without clothes. On either of them.

She hurried down the stairs on the side of the carriage house, but when she rounded the corner and saw Max standing beside the roadster wiping his greasy hands on a rag, she stopped. She couldn't help herself. He just had a presence—or something—about him that made it impossible for her not to notice him. Be distracted by him. Respond to him. Succumb to him. What was it she had just been planning to do...?

he found himself wanting to learn more. About her brain and her bra.

Do whatever brings you to life, then. Follow your own fascinations, obsessions, and compulsions. Trust them. Create whatever causes a revolution in your heart.

He seemed to live in a state of uninterrupted marvel

She was paying me the compliment of her undivided attention, and thus I was instantly smitten.

Todo comienza cuando el objeto de tu adoración te da una dosis embriagadora y alucinógena de algo que jamás te habías atrevido a admitir que necesitabas —un cóctel tóxico-sentimental, quizá, de un amor estrepitoso y un entusiasmo arrebatador—.

The secret to falling in love so fast, of course, is not to know the person at all.

curiosity only ever asks one simple question: "Is there anything you're interested in?

She delighted in all that she beheld, and it made you want to stay near her, in order to bask in her delight

The English travel writer Isabel Bird, famous for her cool and detached prose, seemed scarcely able to keep from exclaiming hubba-hubba as she checked out the rugged men she kept encountering on her trip to America in the 1850s:

But like the legless man, I'm unaccountably fascinated by those who can dance.

You don't know that. You don't know me. No, he conceded. But I want to know you. I want to learn you until the workings of your mind are as familiar to me as I am to myself

He remembered Mrs. Dews' light brown eyes last night. The way they'd closed in bliss when he'd fed her the plum tart… Her emotion was foreign, wild and exciting, and entirely fascinating--and she tried so very hard to hide it. Why? He wanted to spend time with the source of such powerful emotion. Wanted to experiment, poke and prod, see what else made her cheeks flush her breath come fast.

Boys mystified me, although I dreamed vaguely of men.

And I grant you that anyone who pokes around in history long enough may well go mad.

I grant you that anyone who pokes around in history long enough may well go mad.

I fink it is a femuw. A femuw of a winowcowus... A a-stinct winocowus.

Upon my word, thought Mrs Fisher, the way one pretty face can turn a delightful man into an idiot is past all patience.

Can one be bored in a world so wonderful?

But the book! The siren song of the book!

No man can describe to another convincingly wherein lies the magic of the woman who ensnares him.

Lo, this is she that was the world's delight.

It feels a little dangerous, to be so close to fairy tale.