The lover is drawn by the thing loved, as the sense is by that which it perceives.
We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.
If I see something that's morally ambiguous or ambiguously beautiful or has some pull in some way, I won't censor myself; I always run towards the light.
Art is what is irresistible.
The love of power and the power to attract love were not easy to reconcile.
I am iron resisting the most enormous magnet there is.
We go where our deepest desires take us.
For some unknown reason, bad-boys draw you in despite the fact that they are jerks.
She attracted him more than he liked.
She tried to swallow, to take a breath, but her eyes met his, and there was nothing but aching intensity in his gaze. And she was drawn in, swept away.
To me, an Oscar movie has to have some type of emotional pull.
Believe me, I'm no romantic, and while I've heard all about love at first sight, I've never believed in it, and I still don't. But even so, there was something there, something recognizably real, and I couldn't look away.
'Hiraeth' means homesickness to a home to which you cannot return: the grief of the lost places of your past. I fell in love with the word and instantly connected to it. It reminded me of the days when I had left my home in Gwalior, and I had that strange pull in my stomach, and now I can so relate to this word.
It is not, as somebody once wrote, the smell of corn bread that calls us back from death; it is the lights and signs of love and friendship.
I ignored your aura but it grabbed me by the hand, like the moon pulled the tide, and the tide pulled the sand.
How did I look at you? I asked thickly. Like you had to, like I was a magnet you were pulled to. There was no choice, he said. And when you look at Jack, it's because when he's around, why would you want to look at anything else? You love him the way you could never love me.
I would never call Jerusalem beautiful or comfortable or consoling. But there's something about it that you can't turn away from.
Initially, less appealing to me than the idea of a vampire that is drawn by some misgiving or drawn by some sense of longing that he can't quite satiate.
Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
Even in the slippery blur of heat and arms and noise, Lena affected everything in her wake, a pull as powerful as the moon to the tides, or the planets to the sun. I was caught in her orbit, even as she pulled away from mine.
I still have a whopping bad case of what you call scag magnetism. I thought i had gotten rid of it there, but it looks like scary guys still materialize from thin air in my presence. They are drawn to me. I am the North Pole, and they are the explorers of love.
You never know when somebody will pull you to them.
You want the story to be about something, have some deeper meaning, but there is also an emotional, almost instinctual, element, which is, does this story seize some part of you and compel you to get to the bottom of it?
As The O.C. started up again, I started to feel myself potentially getting pulled away.
He pulled away, but his eyes held my eyes like hands.
