Quotes About Captivation

Some people call her the Beautiful Death.

It is a common enough case, that of a man being suddenly captivated by a woman nearly the opposite of his ideal.

I'm still compulsively interested in women. It's funny, I've always compulsively photographed women. I still do.

Good books, written by men or women, are ones in which you lose consciousness of the person writing the sentences.

If you want the most beautiful fish in the sea, make sure you have the most appealing bait.

When I'm into a woman, I literally can't stop staring. I'm like a little kid. I become completely entranced.

A cantor, when he starts singing, it's like rain - once it starts, it's hard to stop.

My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.

Although few would own up to it, even to themselves, we love havoc in both life and art. What we call "evil" captivates us from childhood to old age, never paling in its seductive entreaties, its heady effects on our imaginations and our glands. We are gluttons for atrocity and yawn at the quiescent. The most prominent of the angels is the one who started a war in heaven.

O beautiful one, you've robbed the minds of all people.

I'm not interested in doing work that doesn't captivate me.

I never look at a note. I just roam the stage. The people do not want to leave.

Well, I was obsessed with Judy Garland growing up. Like, obsessed.

I am obsessed by people. Usually I try to get the girl out of the model instead of the model out of the girl.

People who are obsessed amuse me.

If there is no awe, there is no audience.

From the moment I met you, your personality had the most extraordinary influence over me. I was dominated, soul brain and power.

Charm is getting people to say yes without ever having to ask them a question.

What a man seeks is beauty, plain and simple. No other way to put it. The rustle of her clothes, her scent. The sweep of her hair across his naked stomach ( . . . ) That the man knows not how to even name that which enslaves him hardly lightens his burden.

Some books you read, some you enjoy, but some books just swallow you up, heart and soul..

Griff couldn't, as Oriel could, gather men to him at a glance, seal them to him with a word. He had himself been the first gathered, the first sealed.

She lowered her eyes, and suddenly saw the fox. He was looking up at her. Her chin was pressed down, and his eyes were looking up. They met her eyes. And he knew her. She was spellbound — she knew he knew her. So he looked into her eyes, and her soul failed her. He knew her, he was not daunted.

Besides, Rose Bradwardine, beautiful and amiable as we have described her, had not precisely the sort of beauty or merit which captivates a romantic imagination in early youth. She was too frank, too confiding, too kind; amiable qualities, undoubtedly, but destructive of the marvellous, with which a youth of imagination delights to dress the empress of his affections.

This is a book about Heaven. I know it now. It floats among us like a cloud and is the realest thing we know and the least to be captured, the least to be possessed by anybody for himself. It is like a grain of mustard seed, which you cannot see among the crumbs of earth where it lies. It is like the reflection of the trees on the water.