Quotes About Femme fatale

Emilia, you are a bad girl. Is this how you pulled Kashday Murkaster's secrets from him? Pillow talk, they call it, don't they? All the great femme fatales of human history were adept at it.

Involvements with glamorous female cat burglars never end up well.

Involvements with glamorous female cat burglars never end up well." "And you've had some?" "One," Irene said, and hoped that she wasn't blushing too badly. "Oh, you're that Irene,

I feed off men. I lure them with my sexual tricks, then bite off their heads while they sleep." "Ain't She Sweet?.

Who's Thyrza?" Molly asked. "What? Oh, some World War II femme fatale. Amelia Beauregard's boyfriend ran away with her." "That was my grandmother's name.

I think it's not a femme fatale when someone is not doing it to manipulate men or be like a black widow. She loves him. She does it out of love. She wants him so badly to stay with her.

And I always had this idea for making a movie about a femme fatale, because I like these characters. They're a lot of fun, they're sexy, they're manipulative, they're dangerous.

I always wanted to be a femme fatale. Even when I was a young girl, I never really wanted to be a girl. I wanted to be a woman.

All you need for a movie is a gun and a girl.

I grew up on film noir.

She was only a child and I suppose such corny little manifestations of endearment were what she thought appropriate to her role as a femme fatale.

my new name, Buffalo Zeta Brown. General Zeta was the hero of an old movie classic…A combination of Zapata and Villa and Maria Felix as the femme fatale

She was a woman, a traitor, and a killer. Males and females wanted her. But I was the only one who ever could have loved her.

Vos sos la mujer araña, que atrapa a los hombres en su tela.

She dreams she is in a glass coffin. From her prison, details have beauty. In her aloneness, she imagines emotions. Her husband is the perfect bridegroom, the trickster, the small boy looking for mother. She is goddess and mirror, siren and friend, femme fatale and sacrificing wife. He is attracted to her girlhood purity, her desire to sacrifice, to serve. At first he may be flattered: she sees him as a god.

Woman is at once apple and serpent.

It all unfurled like a mink from a femme fatale's shoulders in an old film noir. All those tales of a taloned beauty with expensive tastes, her callow lover, the unwitting husband, a staged accident for a big insurance payout. They never ended well. Suddenly, Dara felt a coldness inside. It was all so tacky, so déclassé, a voice inside said. It was all so cheap. So unbearably sad.