Quotes About Attraction

Another abstinence book claims, "A woman is far more attracted by a man's personality, while a man is stimulated by sight. A man is usually less discriminating about those to whom he is physically attracted.

Love is not primarily caused by a specific object, but a lingering quality in a person which is only actualized by a certain object.

The best way to lose a woman was to show her a kind of life that one could offer her for only a few days.

Sweet words. Gentle deceptive balm. Help, love, to belong together, to come back again— words, sweet words. Nothing but words. How many words existed for this simple, wild, cruel attraction of two bodies! What a rainbow of imagination, lies, sentiment, and self-deception enclosed it!

A woman who is desired by someone else, even a love-starved coffinmaker, immediately becomes more precious than before. Man, as it happens, lives by relative rather than absolute values.

Ništa nije opasnije od žene koja sve voli. Kako da ?ovek onda udesi da voli samo njega?

To me the front is a mysterious whirlpool. Though I am in still water away from its centre, I feel the whirl of the vortex sucking me slowly, irresistibly, inescapably into itself.

Turkl?t cita v?rieša sieviete vienm?r ir piecreiz iek?rojam?ka par t?du, kas dab?jama. T?da jau sen ir tikumu norma.

At last Ferdinand Kosole waltzes off with one, a husky wench with massive breastworks that should afford his gun a good lie. Now all the others are following his lead.

Pentru mine frontul e o vâltoare halucinant?.Chiar când eÈ™ti departe de centrul ei, în ape liniÈ™tite, îi simÈ›i puterea aspiratoare ce te atrage, încet, inevitabil f?r? putin?? de împotrivire.

Back in America, true to her nature if not to Boris, Martha met and promptly fell in love with a new man

He broke prevailing rules of casual intimacy: He stood too close, stared too hard, touched too much and long. And women adored him for it.

New York's perennial attraction was shopping.

Oh, so many things swarmed in my thoughts," she wrote; "and yet each time I was with him I felt the charm of his presence.

I remembered this guy. Spade was the sixty-year-old version of the boys I had found irresistible in high school: brilliant, misunderstood, full of shit, and deeply sexy in a way that only I could appreciate. I felt a low gyration start in my hips that I hadn't felt in years.

Here's my top secret: When I have a crush, the world is way pretty, like all the colors are brighter. —Mason

But there was something about Diesel... it started with his name and ended with his butt.

I want to have sex with you he told her back. Touch you until you squirm with pleasure. Laurel's head shot around. What did you say? Oh, shit. He had never actually verified how much or how little Laurel could hear.

Harley studied his erection, lightly running her fingers over the smooth skin. His cock jumped at her touch. It was a pretty penis, she had to say. Good length, pleasing circumference. Not too big, not too small... the Goldilocks of cocks. Just right.

Okay, so maybe she had entertained the idea once--or nine hundred times--of cupping his backside and giving a nice, hard little squeeze, but she would never act on it. Probably. She was pretty sure. But definitely, if she did, she would know it. Savor it. Make it count.

To be honest, I was more interested in sexually objectifying you than talking about your salary." Olek eyed me. "Damn." The corner of his mouth turned up. "Again, we're back to the future 'how I met your mother' story. She wasn't a gold digger, son, she just wanted my dick.

You know, Donald, that's your big trouble. You fall in love every time you fall for a jane. You shouldn't do that. If a girl looks good to you, go on the make. Love her where you find her, and leave her where you love her.

But you always fall for somebody else and then it's all right. Fall for them but don't let them ruin you.

Brett was damned good-looking. She wore a slip-over jersey sweater and a tweed skirt, and her hair was brushed back like a boy's. She started all that. She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht, and you missed none of it with that wool jersey.