Quotes About Power

Well you know me Ã¢â'¬â€œ I am a woman of stone, your Venus in Furs, your ideal, so kneel and adore me.

You look at love, and especially woman, as something hostile, something against which you put up a defense, even if unsuccessfully. You feel that their power over you gives you a sensation of pleasurable torture, of pungent cruelty. This is a genuinely modern point of view.

Place thy foot upon thy slave, Oh thou, half of hell, half of dreams; Among the shadows, dark and grave, Thy extended body softly gleams.

but you cannot deny, that man and woman are mortal enemies, in your serene sunlit world as well as in our foggy one. In love there is union into a single being for a short time only, capable of only one thought, one sensation, one will, in order to be then further disunited. And you know this better than I; whichever of the two fails to subjugate will soon feel the feet of the other on his neck—

It is only man's egoism that wants to keep woman like some buried treasure.

You were careless enough to leave me the choice. I choose therefore that you shall be my slave, and I shall make a toy out of you.

You view love and especially women...as something hostile, something against which you defend yourself, although in vain, something whose power over you, however, you feel as a sweet torment, a prickling cruelty: this is truly a modern attitude.

Muž je tím žádajícím, žena tím žádoucím, to je ta celá, ale rozhodující výhoda ženy; pÃ…â"¢íroda jí muže díky jeho váÅ¡ni vydala na pospas, a žena, která si z nÄ›j neumí udÄ›lat svého poddaného, svého otroka, ba svou hra?ku a nakonen jej nedokáže se smíchem zradit, není chytrá.

Cuanto más fácilmente se entrega la mujer, más frío e imperioso es el hombre. Pero cuanto más cruel e infiel le es, cuanto más juega de una manera criminal, cuanta menos piedad le demuestra, más excita sus deseos, más la ama y la desea.

The Baron had become her slave: whatever she demanded of him he carried out with pleasure. When her humour so decreed, he would lie at her feet like a slave..., like a dog!

Whoever was in her presence trembled before her, and the more she made herself feared, the more it delighted her, the more it seemed to make her feel happy.

Meanwhile, in the garden they dug large pits and in each pit they buried ten men alive. On both sides of the gate they constructed huge pyramids made up of the Derevlian commoners' severed heads.

Through his passion nature has given man into woman's hands, and the woman who does not know how to make him her subject, her slave, her toy, and how to betray him with a smile in the end is not wise.

And the cruel woman ordered that the Derevlian Kniaz's arms and legs be severed. For the rest of his life he was to stay under her table and gather the breadcrumbs with his tongue.

Love knows no virtue, no merit; it loves and forgives and tolerates everything because it must. We are not guided by reason, nor do the assets or blemishes that we discover tempt us to devotion or intimidate us. It is a sweet, mournful, mysterious power that drives us, and we stop thinking, feeling, wishing, we let ourselves drift along and never ask where we are drifting

But you cannot deny that man and woman, as much in your serene sunlit world as in our foggy one, are natural enemies and that Love unites them together for a short time which is capable only of one thought, feeling or will, only to split them apart even more and you know better than I, the one who does not know how to subjugate will quickly feel the foot of the other on his naked body

You look at love Ã¢â'¬â€œ and above all women, as an enemy, something against which you feel you have to fight Ã¢â'¬â€œ even if it is in vain. You experience its power as a sort of sweet torment, a tingling cruelty-a truly modern view." "Which you don't share?" "Indeed I do not!

You are the sort of man who could quite ruin a woman

Each one of us is in the end a Samson, and will finally be wounded by the woman he loves, whether she wears peasant dress or a fur pelt

There is a type of woman who, ever since my boyhood, has invariably attracted me.    She is the woman with the eyes of a sphinx, whom desire makes cruel and cruelty makes desirous.

For the time being there is only one alternative: to be the hammer or the anvil.

La mujer que no hace del hombre su súbdito, su esclavo, ¿qué digo?, su juguete, y que no le traiciona riendo, es una loca.

The pupils of her eyes widened, her nostrils trembled, and when she pressed up against him tenderly and began kissing him, she bared her teeth, a graceful predator in all her unfettered cruelty.

Today I will love myself by genuinely caring for my own well-being. I will choose to love those people who deserve my love and respect its strength and power.