Quotes About Attraction

The depressed narcissist mourns not an Object but the Thing. Let me posit the "Thing" as the real that does not lend itself to signification, the center of attraction and repulsion, seat of the sexuality from which the object of desire will become separated... the Thing is an imagined sun, bright and black at the same time.

You cannot imagine the power you possess over me. With a look, a sigh, a smile, you reduce me to nothing but hunger.

You cannot imagine the power you possess over me. With a look, a sign, a smile, you reduce me to nothing but hunger.

Sin duda ella seguía empeñada en Marvin pero eso no quitaba que sintiera atracción por Naseef, de la misma manera que él estaba enamorado de ella pero se sentía atraído por Zahra. Así de complicada es el alma humana.

He wondered if she'd mind if he threw her down on the blanket and tore off her clothing. (..) She looked heartbreakingly innocent. Alex sighed. She'd probably mind.

But when Anthony kissed her, she felt as if she were losing her mind. And when he kissed her twice, she wasn't even sure if she wanted it back!

And then there was Kate Sheffield. The bane of his existence. And the object of his desires. All at once.

And for the rest of the night, he couldn't quite forget the smell of her perfume. Or maybe it was the soft sound of her chuckle. Or maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe it was just her.

He stepped toward her, and her heart just ached from it. His face was so handsome, and so dear, and so perfectly wonderfully familiar. She knew the slope of his cheeks, and the exact shade of his eys, brownish near the iris, melting into green at the edge. And his mouth-she knew that mouth, the look of it, the feel of it. She knew his smile, and she knew his frown, and she knew- she knew far to much.

Don't look so upset," Hyacinth said, once it was just the two of them again. "You're quite a catch." He looked at her assessingly. "Is one meant to say such things quite so directly?" She shrugged. "Not to men one is trying to impress." "Touché, Miss Bridgerton." She sighed happily. "My three favorite words." Of that, he had no doubt.

In his heart, she'd been smiling for him. But now she was smiling at Colin Bridgerton, he of the famous charm and sparkling green eyes.

She was petite, small in that way that made a man want to slay dragons.

She was so beautiful it made her teeth ache. He made a mental note not to attempt poetry.

He didn't like her. He really didn't, but by God, he'd have sold a piece of his soul right then to dance with her

I thought you wanted food," she gasped. "I do," he murmured, tugging on the bodice of her dress. "But I want you more.

I always loved everything about you, of course, but for some reason I always found your impatience especially charming. It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted everything.

All three men looked at the woman in the doorway, but they all saw different things. Alex saw a rather attractive young lady with a remarkable air of vitality in her silver eyes. John saw the woman he'd come to like and admire tremendously this past week, looking rather fetching and grown-up in her new gown and coiffure. Dunford saw an angel.

I had a feeling you'd like that," he said with a satisfied grin. "Why do I feel it . . . everywhere?" "Everywhere?" he murmured. His fingers moved between her legs. "Or here?" "Everywhere," she said breathlessly, "but there most of all.

Full lips are better for kissing.

I want you. I want you now, in every way a man can want a woman.

he was helpless against his own devilish nature when it came to this girl

Billie laughed at that, full and throaty, and once again she became so incandescently beautiful that George was half-tempted to throw a blanket over her, just to stop anyone else from wanting her.

He always smelled like warm wood and brandy, even when he hadn't had a drop of drink. Funny how he managed that. Funny how his smell was in her bed. Henry's eyelids fluttered open. Funny how he was in her bed.

He'd mesmerized her, held her soul captive. And she couldn't move. "Unless you want more than a dream," he said. She did. "Will you stay?" he whispered. "Or will you go?" She stayed. Heaven help her, she stayed. And Michael showed her just how romantic a library could be.