Quotes About Fascination

Man never knows what he wants; he aspires to penetrate mysteries and as soon as he has, he wants to reestablish them. Ignorance irritates him and knowledge cloys.

Do you know what fascinates me about science? It is that I have found the supreme poetry: the intoxicating giddiness of numbers in mathematics and the mysterious murmur of the universe in astronomy.

Lamia, Lamia, comment pourrais-tu cacher ta beauté ?

Tricoteuse (n.) A woman who knits; specifically, a woman who during the French Revolution would attend the guillotinings and knit while the heads were rolling. What I've learned from reading the OED has not been confined to vocabulary. I've also learned a good deal about the history of the unpleasantness of the human race, including the portrait of this unsympathetic character, the knitter who attends beheadings. Tripudiate

He's beautiful, for one thing, although I know boys hate to be called that. I could look at him for hours, his soft, gray eyes and the long lines of his body, the birthmark I found on the right side of his neck, a dark fleck shaped like a crescent moon.

You didn't know that... that my whole world stopped when I first saw you smile.

I looked at Adrian's eyes, beautiful, mesmerizing. Not human. I didn't feel lonely at all. "You'll take me places?" I asked. His answer was important, even though my decision was already made. "You can't imagine where we'll go." He said, sincerely.

How were we supposed to know we'd meet our one perfect person learning how to pick pockets by the Coliseum?" "I should have spent ten years convincing you," Felix said savagely.

I love tiny, plastic realistic food magnets. I don't know why. They're hilarious.

It's dark, spooky, and I LOVE it!

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

Ce qui j'ai connu de plus beau c'est le vertige.

Ce que j'ai connu de plus beau c'est le vertige.

Desde el primero hasta el último día, tuve a Nadja por un genio libre, algo así como uno de esos espíritus etéreos a los que determinadas prácticas de magia permiten atraerse momentáneamente, pero que de ninguna manera podrían ser sometidos.

I do not love men: I love what devours them.

I insist on knowing the names, on being interested only in books left ajar, like doors; I will not go looking for keys.

I love insects. They are amazing.

Irgendetwas war falsch an dieser Vorstellung. So erregend sie war. Er machte daran herum, wie man mit der Zunge an den Zähnen herumtastet, wenn man glaubt, irgendwo könnte ein Loch sein.

In literature as in love we are astonished at what is chosen by others.

An artist is nothing without his or her obsessions, and I have mine.

But only one thought came to him—This is better than the best book I've ever read!

My first, and most lasting, addiction has always been to the obsessive study of any matter that took hold of my curiosity.

logic is useless in the face of obsession

Isn't it strange that when we fall in love, this great dream we have, this extraordinary disease, the only thing in which eather one of us is interested, it's inevitably with some perfectly ordinary drip who for some reason we cannot define is the magic bearer, the magician, the one who brings all this to us. Why?