Seduction
Quotes - Fate is a fickle whore
“I
think... if it is true that
there
are as many minds as there
are
heads, then there are as many
kinds
of love as there are hearts.”
―
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
“The
next time you try to seduce anyone, don't do it with talk, with words. Women
know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can
ever possibly mean.”
―
William Faulkner
“I
coveted you. I had no right to want you--but I reached out and took you anyway.
And now look what's become of you! Trying to seduce a vampire.”
―
Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse
“When
one with honeyed words but evil mind
Persuades
the mob, great woes befall the state.”
―
Euripides, Orestes
“Sam:
“You—you greatly overestimate my self-control.”
Grace:
“I’m not looking for self-control.”
―
Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver
“Her
lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle
of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure,
darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.”
―
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
“Charm
is the ability to insult people without offending them; nerdiness the reverse”
―
Nassim Nicholas Taleb
“That's
it. Fate is a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back
in my bed.”
―
Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever
“Are
you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel...
City of Night? ”
―
Jim Morrison
“In
life, people tend to wait for good things to come to them. And by waiting, they
miss out. Usually, what you wish for doesn't fall in your lap; it falls
somewhere nearby, and you have to recognize it, stand up, and put in the time
and work it takes to get to it. This isn't because the universe is cruel. It's
because the universe is smart. It has its own cat-string theory and knows we
don't appreciate things that fall into our laps.”
―
Neil Strauss, The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists
“You
want sensitive and understanding, stick with the therapist.You want great,
headbanging
sex, get off the fucking phone and come with me.”
―
Jennifer Crusie, Welcome to Temptation
“Apparently,
dancing for him and throwing herself at him weren't enough. Apparently, she had
to nearly commit murder to arouse him enough to attack her.”
―
Gena Showalter, The Darkest Kiss
“Licence
my roving hands, and let them go
Before,
behind, between, above, below.”
―
John Donne, The Complete English Poems
“Ô,
Wanderess, Wanderess
When
did you feel your
most
euphoric kiss?
Was
I the source
of
your greatest bliss?”
―
Roman Payne
“He
was the kind of young man whose handsome face has brought him plenty of success
in the past and is now ever-ready for a new encounter, a fresh-experience,
always eager to set off into the unknown territory of a little adventure, never
taken by surprise because he has worked out everything in advance and is
waiting to see what happens, a man who will never overlook any erotic
opportunity, whose first glance probes every woman's sensuality, and explores
it, without discriminating between his friend's wife and the parlour-maid who
opens the door to him. Such men are described with a certain facile contempt as
lady-killers, but the term has a nugget of truthful observation in it, for in
fact all the passionate instincts of the chase are present in their ceaseless
vigilance: the stalking of the prey, the excitement and mental cruelty of the
kill. They are constantly on the alert, always ready and willing to follow the
trail of an adventure to the very edge of the abyss. They are full of passion
all the time, but it is the passion of a gambler rather than a lover, cold,
calculating and dangerous. Some are so persistent that their whole lives, long
after their youth is spent, are made an eternal adventure by this expectation.
Each of their days is resolved into hundreds of small sensual experiences - a
look exchanged in passing, a fleeting smile, knees brushing together as a
couple sit opposite each other - and the year, in its own turn, dissolves into
hundreds of such days in which sensuous experience is the constantly flowing,
nourishing, inspiring source of life.”
―
Stefan Zweig, The Burning Secret and other stories
“Know
all the theories, master all the techniques, but as you touch a human soul be
just another human soul.”
―
C.G. Jung
“She
lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them
again, like a theatre curtain. I was to get to know that trick. That was
supposed to make me roll over on my back with all four paws in the air.”
―
Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
“What
does Éloa mean?”
He
narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. “It’s the name of an angel.”
Penelope
tilted her head, thinking. “I’ve never heard of him.”
“You
wouldn’t have.”
“Was
he a fallen angel?”
“She
was, yes.” He hesitated, not wanting to tell her the story, but unable to stop
himself. “Lucifer tricked her into falling from heaven.”
“Tricked
her how?”
He
met her gaze. “She fell in love with him.”
Penelope’s
eyes widened. “Did he love her?”
Like
an addict loves his addiction. “The only way he knew how.”
She
shook her head. “How could he trick her?”
“He
never told her his name.”
―
Sarah MacLean, A Rogue by Any Other Name
