Quotes About Attraction

I'm done. I'm old, I'm sad - that's on a good day. I want out of this mess. But I don't want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery. A work of art.

Facebook is that successful guy you're supposed to want to date, but you can't keep your mind off the beautiful freak in the corner. Twitter is my freak.

Ever since I've met you, I've wanted to break every rule." Aiden turned away, the muscles in his neck tensing. He sighed. You'll become the centre of someone's world one day. And he'll be the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth.

Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.

I couldn't stop staring at his mouth when he spoke. I bet he knew how to kiss. Perfect kisses too, ones that weren't wet and gross, but the kind that curled toes. I needed to stop looking at him in general.

You know what?" His breath was warm against my cheek. There are a lot of stupid things to do, but I really want to do the stupidest thing possible." What's that?" I want to kiss you.

You know what they say about boys next door...

Jack Peyton is HOT!" someone from the audience yelled. "Toby Klein is HOTTER" a male voice argued, and I almost went into an epileptic fit of disgust at both the words and the tone. "Now, now," Jack said, raising his hands. "Don't be ridiculous. Mr. Corkin is clearly the hottest

Everyone had things they found inexplicably attractive. Apparently, for me it was suit-wearing, silver-eyed guys using the word 'empirically' and taking for granted that I knew what it meant.

Before, I liked cars, yachts, a door locked from the inside, and you. :)

But this... us..." He swallowed. "It can't happen, Avery. I've seen the way Jameson looks at you.

Everything?" Jameson repeated in a rough, low tone that made me think of what the two of us could be doing if I were there with him.

Grayson looked at me the way you look at art in a glass case, like he wanted to reach out to touch me but couldn't.

You make me love you...

When she looks up again two miles later, she says, "You know what I like about you, Finch? You're interesting. You're different. And I can talk to you. Don't let that go to your head." The air around us feels charged and electric, like if you were to strike a match, the air, the car, Violet, me—everything might just explode. I keep my eyes on the road. "You know what I like about you, Ultraviolet Remarkey-able? Everything.

Will you want me just as much when I'm fifteen feet nine inches?

I can already feel myself falling hard, something I've been known to do. All because she smiled at me.

I can already feel myself falling hard, something I've been down to do. All because she smiled at me.

He kisses me again and leans sexily against the door, as if he knows how good he looks.

A: Anyone who looks like she does has to be somebody... B: What does she look like? A: An ice cream. I had a spoon I would have eaten her.

He had been amused, and sometimes stimulated, and once or twice rather attracted, but he had never been stirred as this honest, laughing Virginia girl had stirred him, with her level green gaze and her odd little dignity, and her sweet reposefulness which was just her breeding.

So I knew then that she loved me; and I therefore loved her. I have always known that I will inevitably fall in love with any woman who loves me.

La nature et les circonstances semblaient avoir fait cette femme pour cet homme, et les avoir poussés l'un vers l'autre.

Pues amo el suelo que pisa y el aire que respira y todo lo que toca y lo que dice. Me gusta su forma de mirar y de comportarse, me gusta todo él de arriba abajo. ¡Ya está!