Quotes About Attraction

His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.

Kyle gazed down at her. "I lied when I said I followed you to the bar because you're hot." He touched her cheek. "I saw you laughing with your friends, and your smile sucked me right in.

She can't see the way your eyes will light up when you smile.

Those lips had curved into a knowing half smile that did funny things to her insides. And like a match tossed to gasoline, her body sparked alive and flames licked every inch of her.

I miss the way you got me high by that deadly hypnotizing smile.

Just at that moment she glanced towards him and saw him smiling at her, his eyes lingering on her with warmth and an indefinable something else. Her heart caught in her chest

I like guys with a sense of humor who smile a lot and are kind.

Decadence attracts me. It suggests a new world, and, for me, society's struggle between life and death is absolutely beautiful.

One of my theories is that men love with their eyes women love with their ears.

Vivir en una ciudad es, notoriamente, una experiencia ambivalente. Atrae y repele, pero para complicar aún más la situación del habitante de la ciudad, son los mismos aspectos de la vida urbana, intermitentemente o de manera simultánea, los que atraen y repelen." Zygmunt Bauman / Amor líquido

When you cross over into the weird stuff, there's no going back. Hector has a theory on it. Calls it the law of 'Anomalous Phenomena Attraction.' He explained it to me once. Didn't really pay attention, but it boils down to 'weird shit pulls in more weird shit.

No — other men's eye's don't do anything for me, I'm afraid. Sulu grinned.

To be around someone whose self-confidence is more than what our first glance led us to expect is seductive.

Man naturally desires, not only to be loved, but to be lovely.

It hadn't been love at first sight, but it was pretty damn close. He was so funny and charming and smart. All the books he'd read. All the stuff he knew.

The most attractive are not those who allow us to kiss them at once [we soon feel ungrateful] or those who never allow us to kiss them [we soon forget them], but those who coyly lead us between the two extremes.

Yet we can perhaps only ever fall in love without knowing quite who we have fallen in love with. The initial convulsion is necessarily founded on ignorance.

The more closely we analyze what we consider 'sexy,' the more clearly we will understand that eroticism is the feeling of excitement we experience at finding another human being who shares our values and our sense of the meaning of existence.

Nothing is erotic that isn't also, with the wrong person, revolting, which is precisely what makes erotic moments so intense: at the precise juncture where disgust could be at its height, we find only welcome and permission.

Does beauty give birth to love? Or does love give birth to beauty? Did I love Chloe because she was beautiful? Or was she beautiful because I loved her?

What we find beautiful and what we see as attractive are indicators of what we crave in order to become properly 'whole'.

What dangers are posed by those touchingly insecure men who, unsure of their own powers of attraction, need to keep finding out whether they are acceptable to others.

Yet we can perhaps only ever fall in love without knowing quite who we have fallen in love with. The initial convulsion is necessarily founded on ignorance. Love or simple obsession?

Hate is the hidden script in the letter of love; its foundations are shared with its opposite. The woman seduced by her partner's way of kissing her neck, turning the pages of a book, or telling a joke watches irritation collect at precisely these junctures. It is as if the end of love is already contained in its beginning, the ingredients of love's collapse eerily foreshadowed by those of its creation.