Quotes About Seduction

what one ought to capture in beauty is that which is treacherous and irresistible...

Katherine, he said. He was still smiling. Yes. She leaned closer. Katherine... Yes, Damon? Go to hell.

I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me, but the room just filled up with mosquitoes.

The safest road to hell is the gradual one - the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.

How delicious to corrupt, to stifle all semblances of virtue and religion in that young heart!

And on the eighth day, Satan laughed.

Pandora's Box could not be unopened, no one could return to Eden.

Familiarity increases carnality.

We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

Her veins flowed with liquid poetry. I stole the words from her mouth with my kisses.

Look." He stepped closer, his voice lowered to a gruff murmur, and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze – which just made her want to stretch up and kiss him.

Zander, you're getting me all wet and gooey, " she squealed.He laughed again as he plopped her on the bed. "And I've just started.

When Dax turned to her, those blue eyes that reminded her of the Aegean Sea pinning her, all thought process left her mind.

Oh yeah, she wanted to be this man's prey in every way. She'd felt his brand of dominance and wanted more of it.

Next time, we go slowly. I want to explore every delicious inch of you.

No, but I imagine there's a gun tucked away somewhere on your body. And I know what you can do with that, hotshot."He took a step toward her. "With what, sweetheart? With the gun? Or the body?

Maybe you're worried that I won't seduce you?

Herne smelled so damn good when he passed by me that I wanted to just climb up him and lick him like a lollipop.

Of what benefit is wisdom resulting from experience if it can not preserve us from the unfortunate seduction of youth ? "Why should its beauty be unveiled only to those who can no longer profit by it?

Don't look at me like that! (spade) You're making me all…excited! (heart)

Celle qui ruine l'etre, la beaute . . .

You have to seduce the reader, manipulate their mind and heart, listen to the music of language. I sometimes think of prose as music, in terms of its rhythms and dynamics, the way you compress and expand the attention of a reader over a sentence, the way the tempo pushes you towards an image or sensation. We want an intense experience, so that we can forget ourselves when we enter the world of the book. When you are reading, the physical object of the book should disappear from your hands.

A piece of literature can be many things but first of all it must capture its audience. You need to seduce people, entice them into a world of beauty and horror, light and shadow, of passion, of romance, of mystery. That's the magic of it. Beyond that, of course, you can open a dialogue about the ideas which interest you, but first of all you absolutely must get inside people's minds.

What the self-styled modern artists are doing is a sort of unemotional pseudo-intellectual masturbation ... whereas creative art is more like intercourse, in which the artist must seduce -- render emotional -- his audience, each time.