Quotes About Attraction

You really do want me,' I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. 'And you hate it.

He's flint, you're tinder.

Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs. What no one told me, with all those warnings, is that even after you've fallen, even after you know how painful it is, you'd still get in line to do it again.

Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.

It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time.

I like him, he thought in horror... shit. I like him.

With him, I am forever a night-blooming flower, attracted and repelled by the heat of the sun.

Do you know what makes people love one another? Well, no one else does, either. But scientists study it, and there's all this bizarre stuff about pheromones and facial symmetry and the circumstances under which you first met. People are weird. Our bodies are weird. Maybe I can't help being attracted to her the same way flies can't help being attracted to carnivorous plants.

He's the kind of beautiful that makes people want to smash things.

Cardan tucks my arm firmly through his before striding into the entryway, and I feel a rush of warmth as I match his step. I can't afford to be less than ruthlessly honest with myself. Against my better judgment, despite the fact that he is terrible, Cardan is also fun. Maybe I should be glad of how little it will matter.

When his eyes meet mine, desire, as keen as any blade, bends the air between us. The moment slows. I want to bite his lip. To feel the heat of his skin. To slide my hands beneath his armor and trace the map of his scars.

Our eyes meet, and something dangerous sparks. He hates you, I remind myself. "Kiss me again," he says, drunk and foolish. "Kiss me until I am sick of it.

But I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name.

You really do want me.¨ I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. ¨And you hate it.¨ page 307

I feel a little pummelled by Oak's beauty. If I look at him too long, I want to take a bite out of him.

I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.

It seems I have a singular taste for woman who threaten me.

It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time. The memory of his mouth on mine shimmers in the air between us.

Parece que tengo un gusto singular por las mujeres que me amenazan.

They looked absurdly gorgeous, glowing from the television like fallen angels. Even from the beginning, that was a problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

I look at him again, at his soft mouth and his high cheekbones, at the cruel beauty of his face. page 142

the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear.

High King Cardans presence seems to infect the very air I breathe. For a wild moment, I consider turning and getting out of there before he spots me. I dont know if I can do this. I feel a little dizzy. I dont know if I can look at him and not show on my face any of what I am feeling. Page 60