Quotes About Attraction

Didn't your mother ever tell you, Rob asked, that you're supposed to play hard to get? I looked at his lips. I probably don't need to tell you that they're really nice lips, kind of full and strong-looking. What, I wanted to know, is that going to get me?

I like 'em big. And stupid. Don't tell my husband.

I'm a liar. And I can't stop thinking about boys.

Not like this vision before us, who was shaking water out of his slightly overlong reddish-brown hair as he leaned over to lay down his board (revealing, as he did so, the fact that beneath his baggy swim trunks—so weighted down with water that they had sunk somewhat dangerously low on his hips—lurked what appeared to be an exceptionally well-formed gluteus maximus)

When he smiled, something strange happened to my insides. It was like they turned to liquid.

You gazed into my eyes, what could I do but linger? I ran my hand through your hair, and a cootie bit my finger.

I wasn't about to admit to him that I'd never had a boyfriend. You just don't go around saying things like that to totally hot guys, even if they're dead.

But maybe kissing was enough. Maybe kissing was the only thing that mattered, anyway. Maybe kissing could overcome the whole vampire/basketball thing.

Men enjoy the hunt, you see, and once their quarry has been taken, they tend to lose all interest.

Right sensation... wrong guy.

Who plans on falling in love? It simply happens. We cannot stop it, however much we might try.

But do I want his tongue on my mouth?

And DEET isn't exactly the eau d'amour, if you know what I mean.

You gazed into my eyes What could I do but linger? I ran my hands all through your hair And a cootie bit my finger.

It's so much easier to convince yourself you're madly in love with someone when you know nothing about him.

What is it about him that makes you, like, totally lose your shit?

How could I tell him it was because I wanted him to be my boyfriend? And kiss my lips.

He tells me that the best man I will ever find will be attracted to other women. I hear this as another fact I am too old not to know. More proof of how unprepared I am to love anyone.

A bad boy can be very good for a girl.

When she reached the shallow end, Kingsley held out his hand and pulled her up, but she lost her step and fell into his arms, her body crushing momentarily against his.

But for Jack, the sight of Schuyler Van Alen had only served to ignite a feeling he had been repressing for months.

Pretty clothes are like the colors of a flower's petals. They tell the bee where to land. After that, it's what's inside that holds his interest," said Peggy, still quoting their mother.

Nat didn't know what to make of Ryan Wesson-whether she wanted to slap him or kiss him. Slap him, definitely

Jane had a sweet, lovely laugh, and hours later Carlos discovered he was still thinking about it.