Quotes About Captivation

He made it hard for a girl to not fall head over heels.

What drew her into O'Riley's like a bee to honey was the six-foot, broad-shouldered, dark eyes, dark smile of Finn O'Riley himself.

Birds are poems I haven't caught yet

The reader wants to be immersed in a story, not drowned in words

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

I can give or take elephants; I never can find the cheetah-but the zebras captivate me. They'd be one of the few things that would fit if we were lucky enough to live in a world that's black or white.

I fell for you, you caught me. Please be reminded that theres no turning back now, youre mine from all these coming years.

You're too good to be true. I can't take my eyes off you.

Of course, the greater one's need, the greater one's propensity to be mesmerized.

We are drawn to our television sets each April the way we are drawn to the scene of an accident.

A fairy tale...on the other hand, demands of the reader total surrender; so long as he is in its world, there must be for him no other.

Considering my specialization in architecture, I'm not surprised that the first graphic novel to thoroughly engage, not to say captivate, me is Chip Kidd and Dave Taylor's 'Batman: Death by Design.'

When you're beguiled it helps not to think too much and just to let yourself enjoy the beguilement.

He had that York gift, didn't he?" he presses me. "Of making people love him? Like your father King Edward did? Like you have? It's a blessing, there's no real sense to it. It's just that some men have a charm, don't they? And then people follow them? People just follow them?

Oh, I find whatever you do a source of perpetual fascination.

A Piece of writing has to seduce the reader, it has to suspend disbelief and earn the reader's trust

Gentlemen you had my curiosity ... but now you have my attention.

Myrnin froze, staring at her. He really was amazing, she thought; when he had that light in his eyes, it was possible to see past the crazy behavior and clothing chaos and recognize him as just…beautiful. The longing in his face was breathtaking.

I may have a potty mouth, but I do not get caught in illicit sexual encounters in Marriotts, for fuck's sake. I guess I could be open to a Ritz-Carlton or a Four Seasons, but a Marriott, no fucking way! Yet here I am. And there's nowhere else I'd rather be. What spell has this boy cast on me? I

He was so entranced, he was so charmed, so captivated-rolled out flat, dreamed into, shone upon-that when she said his name, English started to live.

She had that light about her that turned people around her into moths.

Without even realizing it, Camille had fallen under the spell of the siren's call: the sound that contains the scent of berries, chocolate, and mint, that tastes of salt and oil and blood, that sounds like a heart's murmur, the passage of clouds, the call to prayers, the beloved's name, and a distant ringing in the ears.

What is it about ye, Sassenach, I wonder?" he said conversationally, eyes still fixed on Myers. "What is what about me?" He turned then, and gave me a narrow eye. "What it is that makes every man ye meet want to take off his breeks within five minutes of meetin' ye." "Well, if you don't know, my dear," I said, "no one does.

What is it about ye, Sassenach, I wonder?" he said conversationally, eyes still fixed on Myers. What is what about me?" He turned then, and gave me a narrow eye. What it is that makes every man ye meet want to take off his breeks within five minutes of meetin' ye.