Quotes About Captivation

Zahir, in Arabic, means visible, present, incapable of going unnoticed. It is someone or something which, once we have come into contact with them or it, gradually occupies our every thought, until we can think of nothing else. This can be considered either a state of holiness or of madness.

Beauty is the greatest seducer of men.

Acting is the ability to keep an audience from coughing.

Art just consists in making us swallow the commonplaces by charming us eternally.

When I say to the Moment flying; 'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!' Then bind me in thy bonds undying, And my final ruin I will bear!

To be described is to be seduced. Shit. One turn of phrase. One thing noticed that she'd never noticed. It works always.

She will be your living end. - Lady Grinning Soul

The job of the first eight pages is not to have the reader want to throw the book at the wall, during the first eight pages.

Entertainment's chief job is to make you so riveted by it that you can't tear your eyes away, so the advertisers can advertise.

Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you did My heart fly to your service, there resides to make me slave to it, and for your sake Am I this patient log-man.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear

It's one of the uncanniest things I know to watch a real book on its career?it follows you and follows you and drives you into a corner and makes you read it.

He couldn't say why Captain Gray got under his skin the way she did. Though strong and well made, she was no great beauty, compared to the women he'd been introduced to at court. Yet, when they were together, she elbowed everything else out of his mind. "Matelon?" He looked up, and she was studying him with her amber eyes. Did she know that she had this effect on him? He prayed to all the gods she did not.

You do something to me,Something that simply mystifies me.

I didn't know you were going to be so beautiful, fill my heart..

A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.

They say that he can talk flowers into opening their petals at night, as though his face were that of the sun. He'll steal your heart.

Cardan grabs my face, fingers splayed against my neck. His breath is against my cheek. His other hand grabs my hair, winding it into a rope.

Why are you looking at Jude like that?' I asked. 'I can't help it,' he said, never taking his gaze from you. 'I'm drawn to trouble.

Too many for my eyes to drink them all in, yet I cannot look away.

He's so beautiful, so perfectly, horribly, inhumanely beautiful that I can barely breathe.

By you, I am forever undone -Cardan

Existen palabras que, semejantes a las trompetas, a los címbalos o al bombo de los titiriteros, atraen siempre al público. Las palabras belleza, gloria, poesía, poseen un sortilegio que seduce incluso a los espíritus más toscos.

Rarely is the object of your attentions innately dull or compelling. Nothing is interesting if you are not interested.