#captivating

Ty?” I said, trying out your name, liking the way it sounded. “So what’s it like anyway? Australia?” You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you. “You’ll find out,” you said. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#dark #poetic-fiction #change

Aviation - and space travel, in particular - have always been especially captivating. ↗

— Felix Baumgartner

#aviation #been #captivating #especially #particular

I mean, it didn't matter to me that there were people, it didn't matter that I was shy Just the sound was so captivating that it helped me to get rid of those inhibitions. ↗

— Eric Clapton

#get #helped #i #inhibitions #just

Art is a captured emotion. When I say this I mean all artists, whether you are a photographer, a writer, or sculptor, you are trying to capture the way someone or something made you feel. As a story teller I am trying to captivate the audience and allow them to feel just a small portion of the emotion I am desperately trying to preserve. ↗

— Tommy Tran

#author #captivating #capturing #emotion #storytelling

I always enjoyed movies and in hindsight I realise how captivating they were to me. ↗

— Adam Brody

#captivating #enjoyed #hindsight #how #i

In general, shorter is better. If you can encapsulate your idea into a single captivating sentence, you're halfway home. ↗

— Len Wein

#captivating #encapsulate #general #halfway #home

Eloquence, at its highest pitch, leaves little room for reason or reflection, but addresses itself entirely to the desires and affections, captivating the willing hearers, and subduing their understanding. ↗

— David Hume

#captivating #desires #eloquence #entirely #hearers

You saw me before I saw you. In the airport, that day in August, you had that look in your eyes, as though you wanted something from me, as though you’d wanted it for a long time. No one had ever looked at me like that before, with that kind of intensity. It unsettled me, surprised me, I guess. Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#dark #poetic-fiction #beauty

I wrapped my arms around me as tightly as I could, and stared up at the stars. Had I not been so cold and wanting to escape so badly, I could have stared at them forever: They were amazingly beautiful, so dense and bright. My eyes could get lost up there if I left them looking long enough. [...] They swallowed me up. They were like a hundred thousand tiny candles, sending out hope. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#poetic-fiction #beauty

I didn’t want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I’d found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn’t look beautiful this time. Just evil. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#dark #poetic-fiction #beauty