Quotes About Entrancement

One of the joys of a really good book is that you're so into the world of the book, you forget what you're looking at is words on a page.

Of course! Isn't that what a good story does? It pulls you in and never lets you go.

His eyes looked directly at her, and she felt something jump inside. The eyes, the voice, the face, the silver hair, the easy way he moved his body, old ways, disturbing ways, ways that draw you in. Ways that whisper to you in the final moment before sleep comes, when the barriers have fallen.

Engulfment is a moment of hypnosis.

Reed had never seen Allie so mesmerized, and for good reason.

People forget themselves in my music. It's amazing.

I studied myself, and he released me, shaking my hair with his right hand. The casual gesture of affection coupled with his dazzling appearance-the vibrant eyes, the exquisitely proportional features-entranced me even as the trance endured by Goblin slowly wore away.

You always look like someone's sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris

He holds him with his glittering eye—The Wedding Guest stood still,And listens like a three years' child:The Mariner hath his will.

Lockwood… Through half-closed eyes I watched him now, trapping him tight between my lashes.

He had won. He could release her at any time. But her lips... those soft, sweet petals were parting tremulously at the touch of his tongue, and she was granting him entry to the warmth of her mouth. He thrust boldly inside, wanting but one taste of her. Only one.

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Shutting down behind self-pity and secret shame; sacrificing themselves to childish mothers and selfish men; vaguely yearning, self-medicating; painting someone else's pictures; obediently tracing the magic circle. afraid, entranced. There are so many different ways to drown.

It's like my ear attunes to the weird language and I'm sucked fully into the story, the same way I am when I watch a movie, so that I feel it.

I suddenly understood why ancient man sat around staring at fire. It was a beautiful dance as old as the dawn of time. You could easily become entranced within its flames; stripping away everything except the raw humanity that burned within us all.

Good books, written by men or women, are ones in which you lose consciousness of the person writing the sentences.

My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.

Good fiction makes me turn off all the other parts of my brain, so that I become quiet and submissive, entirely at the mercy of the work at hand.

There was nothing explicit between them, nothing more than that slightly open door. And yet . . . what could be more alluring? In

Music draws me in. As soon as I hear it, I'm there. I'm stuck in it.

I am waylaid by beauty.

He was so entranced, he was so charmed, so captivated-rolled out flat, dreamed into, shone upon-that when she said his name, English started to live.

It was not just his words, though they were clever enough. It was everything together: his face, his gestures, the sliding tones of his voice. I would say it was like a spell he cast, but there was no spell I knew that could equal it. the gift was his alone.

No one wants to read poetry. You have to make it impossible for them to put the poem down--impossible for them to stop reading it, word after word. You have to keep them from closing the book.