Quotes About Attraction

No need to go to the dolphins," interjected Max Brailovsky. "One of the brightest engineers in my class was fatally attracted to a blonde in Kiev. When I heard of him last, he was working in a garage. And he'd won a gold medal for designing space-stations. What a waste!

That delicately bronzed skin, almost oriental in its coloring, that raven hair, the large liquid eyes, the full but exquisite lips,—all the stigmata of passion were there. But I was sadly conscious that up to now I had never found the secret of drawing it forth. However, come what might, I should have done with suspense and bring matters to a head tonight. She could but refuse me, and better be a repulsed lover than an accepted brother.

Yes, sweeting, I think you're incredibly sexy. And I would love nothing more than to take you back to my place and make your toes curl. -Kyrian

I'd learned something, all right, about the power of attraction, and Nee was right, it was potent. But I'd also learned that the self might want one thing, but that didn't mean it was right. Isn't that why we have minds?

Guys don't want women with good taste, guys want women who taste good.

Then he kissed her again. When he licked her through the silk, she moaned. Catching the fabric, he tugged it aside and licked her again. "Hot … fuck, yeah, you're hot." Hope shuddered and fisted her hands in his hair again. But this time, she tugged him closer, gasping out his name. He smiled against her and then proceeded to do to her what she'd been doing to him from the first time he'd laid eyes on her—driving him out of his fucking mind.

He had the sexiest damn voice, Lena thought. Sexiest voice . . . and he was still staring at her, too. She could tell, all but feel the warmth of his gaze. Feel it, almost like a ray of light traveling over her body, leaving seductive warmth in its wake.

She was easy to talk to, easy to look at it . . . and when she smiled at him . . . well, he couldn't call that easy. It hit him in the chest, in the weirdest damn way. Swallowing, she licked her lips and then she could have whimpered, begged for mercy, because she could taste him. Taste him, and it made her want to throw herself against him and kiss him. Again, and again .

He pushed up onto his heels and then pulled her up against him, one hand cradling the nape of her neck, the other splayed wide over her back. His mouth came down on hers and right before he kissed her, he muttered, "Fuck, you're going to drive me insane, I know it." Then his mouth crushed down onto hers. His taste was different—darker. Her, she realized. He tasted of her.

This was the absolute last woman on earth he should want—she was trouble, in so many ways. She was troubled, and that was just one of the reasons he didn't need this. This was the absolute last woman on earth he wanted to want—she just plain and simple was trouble—he could feel that in his bones. And yet, as he stared into those big, green eyes, he did want. Hell, did he want.

You stole my heart the day we met, and I've never asked for it back.

One of the most erogenous zones of a woman is her intelligence.

Then out of the blue there came Shapiro the Bookkeeper who didn't play a bad game of chess and Rose fell for him.

It takes a man to make a woman feel female, Jennifer thought, to make her feel beautiful, to make her feel wanted.

Where such men love they have no desire and where they desire they cannot love

According to the prevailing view human sexual life consists essentially in an endeavor to bring one's own genitals into contact with those of someone of the opposite sex.

The wish to please, to charm—the desire to provoke desire—runs deep in me and seems to have been there from the beginning.

David Lurie is so appalled by his degraded state—no longer sexually attractive but still squirming with lust—that he finds himself musing about actual castration, the possibility that one might get a doctor to do it, or even, with the help of a textbook, do it oneself. For would that really be any more disgusting than the antics of a dirty old man? Instead, he forces himself on one of his students, a cannonball dive into disgrace that will be his undoing.

C'est pour sauvegarder ce mystère que les hommes ont supplié longtemps les femmes de ne pas abandoner les robes longues (...) tout ce qui accentue en l'Autre la différence le rend plus désirable, puisque c'est l'Autre en tant que tel que l'homme veut s'approprier.

Two forces rule the universe: light and gravity.

Women have seldom have been an attraction to me, for my brain has always governed my heart.

Como a las polillas, a todos nos gusta revolotear en torno a la luz.

All words are potent, but words spoken with love are positively irresistible. They're as powerful as magic spells and draw the world to your front door.

A hunter in love with his prey.