Quotes About Seduction

The more the woman shows herself submissive, the quicker the man becomes bored and overbearing; but the crueler and more faithless she is, the more she mistreats him, the more frivolously she plays with him and the less mercy she shows, the more she excites the lust of the man and is loved and worshiped by him. It was like that in all eras Ã¢â'¬â€œ from Helen and Delilah to Catherine the Great and Lola Montez

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

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.

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.

He knew what was going to happen next. He'd answer her silly-ass question, take her drunken ass out on the dance floor, and an hour later they'd be doing the horizontal cha-cha. Not bad work if you could get it though, he thought... "How'd I lose my eye?

Remember that Backstabbers are sneaky,slick,seductive, and sabotaging.

Follow the siren's call, and you'll probably end up in the hospital.

If devils exist, their first aim is to give you an anesthetic -- to put you off your guard. Only if that fails, do you become aware of them.

An interesting life could always use a little seduction, confidence, ambition, and danger.

In 'Drama,' I play a flirtatious girl who uses her femininity to get things done.

men talk to women so they can sleep with them and women sleep with men so they can talk to them. Where does that leave us, she asked lightly. In a Zen garden. Green and yellow mosses, raked gravel. Silence.

separating her thighs. The scent of her arousal hardened every muscle in his body. He moved his hand down her hip and then to her hot, warm core.

There is no more hope for meaning. And without a doubt this is a good thing: meaning is mortal. Appearances, they, are immortal, invulnerable to the nihilism. This is where seduction begins.

Simultaneously, in the most complete ambiguity, they [media] propagate the brutal charm of the terrorist act, they are themselves terrorists, insofar as they themselves march to the tune of seduction.

The feminine seduces because it is never where it thinks it is, or where it thinks itself.

We live of seduction, but die Fascination

Only metaphysical passion can compete with seduction. The one fights against the illusion of an objective reality, the other against the subjective illusion of desire. The worst thing being to turn desire into a reality. To consider everything from its dead angle, its blind spot: the place accidents come from.

You can talk of things so much that they end up materializing in your life: simulation, seduction, reversibility, indifference. Gradually, life comes to resemble a montage of all these things, in a floating circulation of women, concepts, dreams and journeys. In this way, writing ends up preceding life, determining it. And life ends up conforming to a sign which was initially quite cavalier. This is no doubt why so many are afraid to write.

Not only can there be no seduction, but there can be no rape either without a minimal signal. A being capable of truly extinguishing all signals and emitting no anticipated response would be protected even from violence. This is indeed the attitude we instinctively take when faced with physical aggression or aggressive demands – suppression of the signals of fear or desire.

It is thus always by virtue of a declination of meaning, or of non-meaning, that existence takes on form - by virtue, that is, of the deflection of something else. We have no will of our own, and the other is never what we would, of our own volition, choose to confront. Rather, the other is an invasion by something from elsewhere, priority given to what comes from elsewhere, seduction by foreignness and the transmission of foreignness.

vivimos de la seducción, pero morimos de la fascinación

Keep objects as a system Keep production as a mirror Keep death as an exchange Keep the world as a simulacrum Keep the evil transparent Keep the majorities silent Keep your seduction alive Keep your memory cool Keep yourself as an other Keep perfection as a crime Keep illusion for the end Keep on line for the while

I constantly regretted having to cut out bits of intense poetry. But one mustn't, at any cost, be seduced by an attractive idea if it hasn't got its right place.

He was still looking steadily at her. His eyes were clear, cool and hard, but something in the depths of them flickered and shifted. She thought: 'He'd take any advantage he could -- fair or unfair. Caddish he is.' Then as she stared back at him she felt a great longing to put her head on his knees and shut her eyes. To stop thinking. Stop the little wheels in her head that worked incessantly. To give in and have a little peace. The unutterably sweet peace of giving in.