Quotes About Attraction

He positively forgot where he was, and not even hearing what was said, he could not take his eyes off the marvelous portrait. It was not a picture, but a living, charming woman, with black curling hair, with bare arms and shoulders, with a pensive smile on the lips, covered with soft down; triumphantly and softly she looked at him with eyes that baffled him. She was not living only because she was more beautiful than a living woman can be.

He walked down, for a long while avoiding looking at her as at the sun, but seeing her, as one does the sun without looking.

the irrepressible, quivering brilliance of her eyes and her smile set him on fire

He walked down, trying to avoid looking at her for too long, as if she were the sun, but like the sun, he could still see her even when he was not looking at her.

To go, or not to go?' he asked himself; and his inner consciousness answered that he ought not to go: that it could only result in hypocrisy; that it was impossible to restore their relations because it was impossible to render her attractive and capable of exciting love, or to turn him into an old man incapable of love. Nothing except hypocrisy and falsehood could now result—and these were repugnant to his nature.

he was drawn as naturally to her loving glance as a plant to the sun.

The old are kind The young are hot Love may be blind Desire is not

I've never been Romeo who meets a girl and falls for her immediately. It's been a much slower process for me each time I've gone into a relationship.

We see before us a series of events which follow one another and are conditioned by one another. I say 'conditioned' I certainly do not mean conditioned through absolute necessity. The important point is that human freedom makes its appearance everywhere, and the greatest attraction of history lies in the fact that it deals with the scenes of that freedom.

Las grandes pasiones parten de la antítesis.

Man is the one who desires, woman the one who is desired. This is woman's entire but decisive advantage. Through his passion nature has given man into woman's hands, and the woman who does not know how to make him her subject, her slave, her toy, and how to betray him with a smile in the end is not wise.

Man is the one who desires, woman the one who is desired. This is woman's entire but decisive advantage.

I have repeatedly told you that suffering has a peculiar attraction for me. Nothing can intensify my passion more than tyranny, cruelty, and especially the faithlessness of a beautiful woman. And I cannot imagine this woman, this strange ideal derived from an aesthetics of ugliness, this soul of Nero in the body of a Phryne, except in furs.

Should I belong to one man whom I do not love, only because I loved him once? No, I cannot renounce Ã¢â'¬â€œ I love him who pleases me and if he loves me, I make him happy. Is that so awful? It is at least much better than if I were to cruelly revel in the torments that my charms inspire and prudishly turn away from the one who is in love with me. I am young, beautiful and so I live happily for pleasure and desire.

There is a type of woman who, ever since my boyhood, has invariably attracted me.    She is the woman with the eyes of a sphinx, whom desire makes cruel and cruelty makes desirous.

I cannot deny,' I said, 'that nothing will attract a man more than the picture of a beautiful, passionate, cruel, and despotic woman who wantonly changes her favorites without scruple in accordance with her whim—'...

The rush of sexual attraction can act like a drug and blur our capacity for clear thinking. This can lead us to distance ourselves from our friends or even abandon our life plan for someone who couldn't otherwise be relied on to water our plants and feed our cat.

What is reasonable for you to expect is that no matter how idiosyncratic or "different" your own, particular voice may be, there will be a number of readers who will like it. Who will be drawn to the personality on the page.

By being yourself on the page, you'll more than likely attract more readers because of your individuality than you would by hiding your personality behind a neutral style.

You know that feeling. When you like a boy but then he starts to like you and you stop liking him.

This is the only time in our lives we fall madly in love before we know what the person is like. ~Ellen Goodman

Stacey stepped closer. Closer. Until the tips of her boot-clad feet touched his shoes and their clothes brushed. The place was wrong; the timing was even more wrong. But everything else about the moment

Lust is like a robin attacking his reflection in a pane of glass again and again.

You made me ache and you liked that. So did I.