Jeaniene Frost Quotes

But you're so hypnotizing You've got me laughing while I sing You've got me smiling in my sleep And I can see this unravelling Your love is where I'm falling But please don't catch me

You liked me." I smiled. "You were smitten with me. You were speechless to behold my beauty. You had never met anyone so fascinating. You thought of me every waking minute. You dreamed about me. You couldn't stand it. You couldn't let such wonderfulness out of your sight. You had to follow me." I turned to Cinnamon. He licked my nose. "Don't give yourself so much credit. It was your rat I was after." She laughed, and the desert sang.

She could not have gazed at him with a more rapturous intensity if she had been a small child and he a saucer of ice cream.

Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder.

A hundred eyes were fixed on her, and half as many hearts lost to her.

I was possessed by London.

People who are obsessed amuse me.

I was captivated by Stephanie Mills.

I submerged myself in his life. Before I went to sleep at night, that's what I was watching. The videos would literally be going on while I was sleep; that's what I was hearing in my sleep. I woke up in the morning, Tupac.

I couldn't think of anything to say. I was idiotically entranced by the way he said "Grace." The tone of it. The way his lips formed the vowels. The timbre of his voice stuck in my head like music.

I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show.

It was impossible not to admire him, not to want to do something to contain that kind of beauty- drink him, ingest him, sneak into his shirt and hide for the rest of one's natural life.

It seems impossible, in fact, to judge the eye using any word other than seductive, since nothing is more attractive in the bodies of animals and men. But extreme seductiveness is probably at the boundary of horror.

I was consumed by the mystery Edward presented. And more than a little obsessed by Edward himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wasn't as eager to escape Forks as I should be, as any normal, sane person would be.

Mujer, you own my soul.

To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.

And you've got a boy right there who looks at you like he would drink your bathwater if you'd ask him!

What I love I destroy. What I destroy, I love.

Lying under this spell you cast on me Each moment The more I love you.

You are my siren,” he said, running his hands along her thighs and down her calves, feeling the shape of her even as the silk of her gown kept them both from what they wanted. “My temptress . . . my sorceress . . . I cannot resist you, no matter how I try. You threaten to send me over the edge.

It is completely unimportant. That is why it is so interesting.

These individulas have riches just as we say that we 'have a fever,' when really the fever has us.

Allure is a word very few people use nowadays, but it's something that exists. Allure holds you, doesn't it? Whether it's a gaze or a glance in the street or a face in the crowd or someone sitting opposite you at lunch... you are held

We get something to do and as soon as we've got it, it gets us.

I like her; I could watch her the rest of my life. She has breasts that smile.