Quotes About Fascination

But a terror of this nature, as it occupies and expands the mind, and elevates it to high expectation, is purely sublime, and leads us, by a kind of fascination, to seek even the object, from which we appear to shrink

Why is it that you still beguile me – As wind, stone, bird – and all the likes? Why is that you smile on me – With sudden summer lightning strikes?

They were a double-page spread of a woman with long dark, unruly hair, wearing stockings, suspenders, something too, black and lacy. She was smiling out at me, leaning back and opening up for me, which was when I skidded and lost balance, catching full view of her monosyllable as I fell down on the path.

There are perhaps only one or two things in the world which are not far more charming in desire than they are in possession.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as if the air itself offered sustenance. The rise and fall of her chest only made him more aware of the beautiful shape of her breasts. They weren't large but on a woman of her extreme slenderness, they seemed miraculously voluptuous. His fingers curled at his sides as if he already tested the weight and shape of her.

Cat people, you see, don't just have cats; they're somewhere between somewhat and fully obsessed with those cats. You can identify cat people sometimes by the fact that their friends can't help but know the names of their cats for the simple reason that cat people are always telling stories about these cats.

with several steep gables, and it took her several minutes to look at every

My son, remember that a woman with a secret may be a fascinating study, but she can never be a safe, nor even satisfactory, companion.

I'm confused." "Where Meg is concerned, you've been confused since you met her.

The other thing I realized by the end of the evening was that humans and the Others did have one thing in common—we both had a love for, and fascination with, stories. I learned that every form of terra indigene had its own teaching stories as well as stories that were the repository of their history and connection to the world. And they all had stories that were told for the fun of it.

Although I maintain that if she were more perfect, she would be less interesting.

Although a monster Geryon could be charming in company.

I loved him for his beauty. As I would again if he came near. Beauty convinces.

All children are beautiful: the thing they do with their eyes that seems so dazzling when they take you all in, or seem to take you all in; it's like being looked at by an alien, or a cat - who knows what they see?

Come, what secret describes this scene?" "Enjoy everything around you, even if you've seen it a thousand times before?" She said it as lightly as she could, as was often the case around him. She never knew whether to treat his attention as lingering amusement or seriousness. His fingers touched her chin, lifting it softly. "Even should I see you a thousand times. Each time would be a new lure.

You always make me feel strange." His gaze sharpened, and she plowed ahead. "I don't mean that in the negative. But you do, and have, ever since that night I met you. I can't say I rightly felt that way before that night, though there was something about you across the theater that made me want to get you to smile at me in return. Still, it was that night we met. I had never felt such a reaction to a man before. Something tight and uncertain and exciting. Wild.

Nothing but magic is really like magic, when it comes right down to it.

She was standing there all right. And I was in love with her. So much for the first glimpse.

I can't help being a gorgeous fiend. It's just the card I drew.

They could not listen. They could not stop. What they did was the death dance. What they did would do them in.

As you know, both Maxine and I like Saul Bellow. It is even hard to dislike parts of his work that one might in some one else. I like Henderson the most.

Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.

I don't know what ails Adelaide Addison. Isola says she is a blight because she likes being a blight— it gives her a sense of destiny.

Pourquoi non. Je suis fascinée par l'« âme russe », ou l'« âme soviétique », ou par l'URSS entière, à la fois si proche, physiquement, culturellement (dans le passé) et si différente (pas le même sentiment vis-à-vis de la Chine, de l'Inde, plus radicalement autres Ã¢â'¬â€œ propos raciste ?).