Best 100 quotes in «consent quotes» category

Now, whenever she thinks of it, she is confused about what she did and didn't cause. She is confused about desire, and her own desirability. She is confused about her own sexuality. It should be hers to wield as she wishes, she knows this, but why—even if she isn't wielding it, exactly, even if she's just being herself—is there the sense of a shameful invitation, or even an invitation at all? She knows she should be able to invite if she wants to invite, to say no if she wants to say no, yes if she wants to say yes, to allure or not allure, to just simply feel good about what her body is and does and how it looks. She is supposed to be sure and confident about those things, but how can she possibly be sure and confident about those things? There are so many colliding messages—confidence and shame, power and powerlessness, what she owes others and what is hers—that she can't hear what's true.

Now, whenever she thinks of it, she is confused about what she did and didn't cause. She is confused about desire, and her own desirability. She is confused about her own sexuality. It should be hers to wield as she wishes, she knows this, but why—even if she isn't wielding it, exactly, even if she's just being herself—is there the sense of a shameful invitation, or even an invitation at all? She knows she should be able to invite if she wants to invite, to say no if she wants to say no, yes if she wants to say yes, to allure or not allure, to just simply feel good about what her body is and does and how it looks.

Sometimes you must agree with someones opinion for the sake of being polite and modest, but within you, you know that you are not foolish and crazy.

The girl I’d been just an hour ago was gone; she’d been obliterated. I had no idea who I was, now.

Tell her that her body belongs to her and her alone, that she should never feel the need to say yes to something she does not want, or something she feels pressured to do. Teach her that saying no when no feels right is something to be proud of.

The decent man and the lover holds back even when he could obtain what he wishes. To win this silent consent is to make use of all the violence permitted in love. To read it in the eyes, to see it in the ways in spite of the mouth's denial, that is the art of he who knows how to love. If he then completes his happiness, he is not brutal, he is decent. He does not insult chasteness; he respects it; he serves it.

The Dream Maker is here by consent of every person who ever came here.

There are some wounds unreachable by words, some sins immune to apology.

the man i went on a date with did more than try to "cure me" of my asexuality it's funny because i never thought someone's penis would be considered an antidote of any kind and i don't think that's what my doctor meant when he told me i needed more Vitamin D in my diet but apparently my sexuality was enough of a diagnosis for him to decide to play doctor with me maybe he should’ve put his stethoscope up to my mouth instead of between my breasts maybe then he would’ve heard me when i told him to stop it

The Red Pill solution to the false allegation problem is to create a society in which female consent is virtually meaningless, so that when a woman asserts that she has not consented, few will care.

The self-evident danger of this view is that it encourages the reader to think of female consent as a foregone conclusion once the pickup artist becomes sufficiently skilled.

They'll say you are bad or perhaps you are mad or at least you should stay undercover. Your mind must be bare if you would dare to think you can love more than one lover.

This is what consent culture means. It means expecting more — demanding more. It means treating one another as complex human beings with agency and desire, not just once, but continually. It means adjusting our ideas of dating and sexuality beyond the process of prying a grudging “yes” out of another human being. Ideally you want them to say it again, and again, and mean it every time. Not just because it’s hotter that way, although it absolutely is; consent doesn’t have to be sexy to be centrally important. But because when you get down to it, sexuality should not be about arguing over what you can get away with and still call consensual.

This revolutionary idea of Western citizenship—replete with ever more rights and responsibilities—would provide superb manpower for growing legions and a legal framework that would guarantee that the men who fought felt that they themselves in a formal and contractual sense had ratified the conditions of their own battle service. The ancient Western world would soon come to define itself by culture rather than by race, skin color, or language. That idea alone would eventually bring enormous advantages to its armies on the battlefield. (p. 122)

Unless you refuse the bad things happening to you, you will continue to suffer with your own consent!

We are learning to support girls as they 'lean in' educationally and professionally, yet in this most personal of realms, we allow them to topple. It's almost as if parents believe that if they don't tell their daughters that sex should feel good, they won't find out. And perhaps that's correct, they don't. Not easily anyway. But the outcome is hardly what adults could've hoped.

You kill by consent, every time you let something… pervert the balance when you have the power to stop it.

Young women today are sold the idea that sexiness is the same as sexuality, that being desirable is more important than understanding their own desires.

A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.

To react is one's choice.

We seldom learn much from someone with whom we agree.

What the proponents of prostitution conveniently ignore is that lack of opportunity is lack of choice.

Why can’t I have both? Haan? I want the consent part but I also want to be taken by surprise. How hard is that? What’s wrong with a girl wanting to be Goslinged and kissed, damn it!

Without 'consent' in any human interactions, there's an ethical violation.

You’re going to kidnap me again?” Adrian tried a smile. “No, I’ll ask you if you *want* to be kidnapped again.

As long as women consent to be unjustly governed, they will be; but directly women say: "We withhold our consent," we will not be governed any longer as long as government is unjust.

And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?

As we [with Edward Herman] discuss there [in Manufacturing Consent] and elsewhere, recognition of the importance of "manufacturing consent" has become an ever more central theme in the more free societies.

Dissent without action is consent.

By general consent, he would have been capable of ruling, had he not ruled.

Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.

Familiarity breeds consent.

Fate does not seek our consent.

For years, broadcasters didn't get a nickel out of retransmission consent. But broadcast content is what the cable industry was selling to customers.

Great point made in son's college orientation re sex/safety/respect/etc: 'Consent is really too low a bar. Hold out for enthusiasm.'

A major of colored troops is here with his party capturing negroes, with or without their consent....They are being conscripted.

He (Jesus) will reign over you, either by your consent, or without it.

He alone is free who lives with free consent under the entire guidance of reason.

Heart is the only thing which cannot be stolen without consent.

I haven't heard Obama ask us for our consent when he's trying to ram Obamacare down our throats.

Human excellence means nothing Unless it works with the consent of God.

I can never consent to being dictated to.

Don’t consent to be hurt and you won’t be hurt – this is a choice over which you have control

If nationality is consent, the state is compulsion.

I hate to tell you how old I am, but I reached the age of consent 75,000 consents ago.

O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!

I would consent to have a limb amputated to recover my spirits

Of all the forms of wisdom, hindsight is by general consent the least merciful, the most unforgiving.

I was ready to die but give my consent never. Never, never.

I would never consent to a lame publicity stunt at a time when I already want to hide.