Quotes About Hypnotic

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.

steady sixty. A mile a minute. Hypnotic. Power line poles flashed

Think of it: zillions and zillions of organisms running around, each under the hypnotic spell of a single truth, all these truths identical, and all logically incompatible with one another : 'My hereditary material is the most important material on earth; its survival justifies your frustration, pain, even death'. And you are one of those organisms, living your life in the thrall of a logical absurdity.

But there was something about him—his voice, the way he listened to her when she spoke, his gaze. It was hypnotic. Mako was always on his phone. If he wasn't, he was distracted by his own thoughts. Not that he didn't love her, that they didn't connect often enough. But it was new to feel like someone was hanging on her every word.

with a rhythmic sound of languid water lapping hypnotically against a beach nearby.

learning the knack of disconnecting her sense of smell, until she could switch it off like a radio and in the bland silence of its absence could drown in the sound of Nazarébaddoor's hypnotic voice without having her reverie interrupted by the scent of sheep shit or Nazarébaddoor's own frequent and extraordinary buffalo farts.

Everything goes in slow motion around you, Marguerite. You steal time when people look at you.

'Legion' is meant to be a show that is a state of mind. But the problem with TV is that there are commercials. There's a hypnotic quality to the way we put it together. I need to get you out of your life in the first seven minutes of that show.

Imagine a person, tall, lean and feline, high-shouldered, with a brow like Shakespeare and a face like Satan, a close-shaven skull, and long, magnetic eyes of the true cat-green.

When we fall asleep, we withdraw our awareness from its hypnotic fascination with physical sensation, thereby enabling us to listen with our now awakening sixth sense.

Lestat was holding me by the shoulders. I could barely stand. In fact, if he had let me go I would have fallen. I couldn't take my eyes off the pink-throated lillies.

The humming of the birds was becoming hypnotic, and again there came a low hiss of rain.

next book, Patterns of the Hypnotic Techniques of Milton H. Erickson, M.D.10 Like Satir and Bateson, Erickson found the work impressive.

He leaned closer, for all he willed himself not to, feeling her power, the serpent's hypnotic romance. Her perfume should have dizzied him, but suddenly all he could smell was the clean animal heat of the unicorn.

I also learned to play Fruit Ninja on an iPad. It is quite hypnotic, and I hope one day to get past 100 points. I remembered that David Cameron admits to being an addict. I wonder if it helps him in his work. 'Great, just destroyed a pineapple! Reminds me, shall we send those grenades to the Syrian rebels?'

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

The idea of a hypnotic riff as the prime mover of a piece of music has been around for a long time, whether you're talking about the Delta blues or music from Middle Eastern and African cultures.

The full-face portrait staring back at you hypnotises. Flaubert is usually looking away in his portraits and photographs. He's looking away so that you can't catch his eye; he's also looking away because what he can see over your shoulder is more interesting than your shoulder.

No matter when or where, he was the only person in the world who could steal his gaze like that.

He made her drunk, this man made her drunk; and every time his eyes flashed into hers she could not breathe.

Doom hits the same frequencies that polytonic Buddhist chanting does, which is very hypnotic and makes time relative when listening.

Outside, the last of the light had long been extinguished. The snow was still falling. Where it caught the porch glow through the window it was bathed in a pale-gold, melancholy light. We sat there in peaceful silence, watching its hypnotic descent.

eerie patterns and lurid colors. Every few seconds

I feel like it's such an exercise in, like, several things to read a ton of 'Cosmo's or 'Glamour's or whatever, all at once. Because you start realizing how they're just talking about nothing for many pages, and they sort of lull you into this hypnotic state.