Quotes About Attraction

Sevgi sevgiyi çeker. Kendiniz olun, sakin ve berrak ve parlak. Yapmak istediÄŸim gerçekten bu mu? sorusunu kendinize her dakika sorun, sadece cevap 'evet' olduÄŸunda o ÅŸeyi yap?n. Bu sizden öÄŸrenecek hiçbir ÅŸeyi olmayanlar? uzaklaÅŸt?racak, öÄŸrenecekleri olanlar? size doÄŸru çekecektir. Ve tabii ki sizin de onlardan öÄŸrenecekleriniz vard?r.

Devi semplicemente essere quello che sei: calmo, limpido e luminoso. Automaticamente, mentre risplendiamo quali siamo, domandandoci ad ogni momento: è questo che voglio fare davvero?, e facendolo soltanto quando rispondiamo sì, automaticamente questo allontana coloro i quali non hanno niente da imparare da quello che siamo e attrae quelli che hanno da imparare e dai quali inoltre abbiamo da imparare.

Hayat?n?zdaki herkes ve bütün olaylar siz onlar? oraya çektiÄŸiniz için oradalar. Onlarla ne yapmay? seçeceÄŸiniz size kalm??t?r.

It's part of a woman's hypergamous nature to always seek the best male that she could get.

Braininess is attractive

We may find the attractions of a particular member of the opposite sex irresistible, even though the better judgment of our better self tells us that a liaison with that person is not in anyone's long-term interests.

The equivalent of the moth's light-compass reaction is the apparently irrational but useful habit of falling in love with one, and only one, member of the opposite sex. The misfiring by-product—equivalent to flying into the candle flame—is falling in love with Yahweh (or with the Virgin Mary, or with a wafer, or with Allah) and performing irrational acts motivated by such love.

It suddenly made sense. Only twice in his life had he felt this inexplicable, almost mystical attraction to a woman. He'd thought it remarkable, to have found two, when in his heart he'd always believed there was only one perfect woman out there for him. His heart had been right. There was only one.

How attracted to one another we had been; how light she felt on my lap; how exciting it always was; how, even though we weren't having full sex, all the elements of it--the lust, the tenderness, the candour, the trust--were there anyway. And how part of me hadn't minded not going the whole way...This acceptance of less than others had was also due to fear, of course: fear of pregnancy, fear of saying or doing the wrong thing, fear of an overwhelming closeness I couldn't handle.

Margarita m?gdavo sakyti, kad yra dvi r?šys moter?: tos, kurios matomos kiaurai, ir tos, kurios nešioja paslapt?. Ir kad tai yra svarbiausia, k? vyrai išsyk pajunta, ir svarbiausia, kas juos patraukia arba ne. Vienus traukia vieno tipo moterys, kitus kito. Margarita - man nereikia to sakyti - buvo kiaurai matoma, bet kartais ji pavyd?davo toms, kurios nešiojo paslapt? ar apsimesdavo jos apgaubtos.

Early on, she had told him, tenderly, that she had been attracted to him because he was pure and open. But if this didn't make her love him as much as he loved her, then he wished it were otherwise. Not that he felt pure and open. They sounded like words designed to keep him in a box

One had turned gay, after all these years, having suddenly started noticing the napes of young men's necks.

He regarded her thoughtfully, and something about that look traveled up her spine like a trailed finger.

A girl could forget her precise location in the universe when a man looked at her with eyes like those.

Their faces were inches apart now, and he traced her lips with one finger, lightly, lightly, then placed his lips there as if he'd drawn them into being.

She most definitely had an instinct for passion, an instinct that matched his own, that had nearly caused him to lose his head. Well, now he knew her skin was petal smooth; he knew the rich wine of her mouth; he knew the feel of that delicate, puckered nipple rubbed against his cheek---

She knew again the delicious little frisson of fear that came with walking the edge of something she knew better than to cross. She had forgotten what this was like. How a man could heighten every moment, remind you of the point of possessing sight and smell, let alone skin and nerve endings and a heart. That a man could so easily make your heart sing like a bloody lark or plummet like a stone.

She turned to him as though he were the sun and she a sunflower.

Ah, now, he soothed in his low, easy voice, the way he would a spooked horse or a woman whose bodice he was about to slip lower. It worked a treat. Her pupils dilated in sudden interest, for it was 'that' kind of voice and she was a woman after all. She'd decided he was attractive and pleasant and she visibly softened. When he bothered to use that tone on women they generally did.

When she drew near, the rich musk of him wrapped her again: shaving soap, ale, and that delicious, darker something--- him . It might as well have been opium for what it did to the run of her thoughts.

The surgical nurses were right. Theo Buchanan was gorgeous.. and sexy as hell. But none of that should matter. She was his physician, nothing more, nothing less.. His hair was sticking up and he needed a shave, but he was still sexy. There wasn't anything wrong with her noticing that.. unless, of course, he noticed her noticing.

All the man had to do was look at her and her mind turned to lettuce. One kiss and she wilted into his arms.

what are you doing? making love to you. roll over katie. but we...you're... sure am. we can't.. it's just one night, right? yes. night's not over

Part of his strong attraction to Kathy Lingg had been her little daughter. He'd videotaped the child visiting Disneyland and opening Christmas presents.