Quotes about Fascinating

The idea of overcoming is always fascinating to me. It's fascinating because few of us realize how much energy we have expended just to be here today. I don't think we give ourselves enough credit for the overcoming.

The reason history is fascinating is because people in other times and places are so like us. The reason history is difficult is because people in other times and places are so different from us. History is, to that extent, like marriage

Bad people are, from the point of view of art, fascinating studies. They represent colour, variety and strangeness. Good people exasperate one's reason; bad people stir one's imagination.

On another front, the clever plan of the enemy to design a Christianity devoid of holiness has made the gospel of Jesus Christ appear to be a powerless religion to many who are lost, thus making following Jesus unattractive—when in reality it's the most fascinating life possible.

I prefer women with a past. They're always so damned amusing to talk to.

If a man isn't a certain age, he just isn't interesting.

Society, civilized society at least, is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are both rich and fascinating. It feels instinctively that manners are of more importance than morals, and, in its opinion, the highest respectability is of much less value than the possession of a good chef.

Unless one is wealthy there is no use in being a charming fellow. Romance is the priviledge of the rich, not the profession of the unemployed. The poor shall be practical and prosaic. It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating.

When you are not on your pedestal you are not interesting.

If a personality fascinates me, whatever mode of expression that personality selects is absolutely delightful to me.

She has the fascinating tyranny of youth, and the astonishing courage of innocence. 

Dorian Gray frowned and turned his head away. He could not help liking the tall, graceful young man who was standing by him. His romantic, olive-coloured face and worn expression interested him. There was something in his low languid voice that was absolutely fascinating. His cool, white, flowerlike hands, even, had a curious charm. They moved, as he spoke, like music, and seemed to have a language of their own. But he felt afraid of him, and ashamed of being afraid.