Quotes About Fascination

No one has ever made me as starstruck as Sutton Foster.

Has Werner Herzog ever said anything that wasn't true? What a brilliant fountain of wisdom. Everything he touches I'm just fascinated by.

I'm a freak for great movies. I love movies.

I'm a baseball freak.

It still amazes me that everyone is so crazy about what we are doing. Maybe I am just dreaming but people seem to really freak out at what we are doing. I don't know why.

I am a shoe freak.

I love watching documentaries on people like 'clean freaks,' because it's just so interesting to me for some reason.

I was as repelled by the French as I was attracted by their country.

The world is so fundamentally interesting that it makes me fall in love with it a dozen times a day.

I've a great fancy to see my own funeral afore I die.

When I was a kid, I would fantasize about my own funeral.

It was inevitable that Flynn would notice her. It wasn't her figure that attracted him, because Beverly is a small-bosomed girl. It was her legs, of course - her long legs in those black net stockings. Later, when Errol and I became good friends, he told me why: I'm not a breast man, he said. I'm a leg man. You can't make love to a breast.

For Mrs. Satterthwaite interested herself - it was the only interest she had - in handsome, thin, and horribly disreputable young men.

She buckled about her her armour of charm

Within ten minutes of meeting, we'd exchanged love letters from the corners of our eyes.

Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world, but people don't know what it is like or how to make it.

Their eyes met with a singular directness of gaze. Between them a spark passed which was not afterwards to be extinguished, though neither of them knew the moment of its kindling...

I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us.

Sara saw that privately she could not help hoping very much that they would all be black, and would wear turbans

Falling in love with a book brings the same catapulting madness and zest that falling in love with a person brings.

I simply fell in love [with Rome] - like you fall in love with a person

I simply fell in love [with Italy] - like you fall in love with a person

The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the downpour. Drops of rain caught on Rafe's eyelashes, blinding him as the circus light struck them. He groped for the flap, that slit in the fabric that would reveal her to him. She was on the rope again, her skirt flashing with tiny mirrors, hair braided with petals. He looked up at her, dizzy with it, seeing her face framed in the parasol. There were bluish shadows around her eyes.

She had started driving past his apartment to see whether or not his car was out front. She had looked up his phone number, and twice she had called his apartment from the pay phone in school, knowing he wouldn't be at home, just so she could hear how sexy his voice sounded on his answering machine. Was this what falling in love was supposed to feel like?