Best 233 quotes in «seduction quotes» category

It's intelligence mixed with less than innocence, it's cruelty mixed with a sense of elegance. It's a trap set for seduction to those that are persuaded by speech.

It's not the lies he tells, it's the seductive way in which he persuades you they are not true.

It's not that other people seduce us. It's that we so desperately crave the destruction of our own lives.

It’s only through the degradation of the soul that you can know who you really are; when all else is stripped away, leaving you bare.” Somehow, his black eyes darkened, the venom in his words more deadly than a viper’s bite. “Let me degrade you, Katherine.

It's reassurance, yes it's sure to be, lick in between your legs, a mouth full of your femininity. I guess you know how my words are so persuasive, persuade you in a position foreign to your native. Hawaiian punch rose petals spread all over this marble floor, glasses of sparkling wine as you walk through the door. Deep with purpose, impress this on your subconscious, fatal, it's like having sex with your mental.

It sounded like the usual—seduce and ruin, my area of expertise, also my area of boredom.

Love can be such a mysterious muse and seductress... spinning her magical web of stardust and emotional euphoria. True love sang her siren song and we wrapped that song around us like the sweetest melody.

— Mais maintenant que je t'ai sous les yeux presque tous les jours de la semaine, je ne pense qu'à t'embrasser, te toucher, te caresser. Ça me tue de voir qu'un simple regard, un simple effleurement peut causer ma perte.

Make him love you,” Ruthless Me whispered. “Make it so he can’t live without you. The devil you know.” I felt her growing inside me, bringing with her the insane idea that I actually wielded power with Caleb.

Make sensuality your power base.

Mastering the art of seduction gives one a great power, and like any power, it's to be wielded with responsibility; a man who wields the art of seduction without a sense of responsibility and restraint is a walking proximity bomb of viral epidemics, needless procreation, heartbroken families, and shattered dreams.

Most fights originate as a consequence of blaming others for one's own emotional issues. Assuming responsibility for these emotions will most likely make the relationship a healthy and balanced one. Boundaries help foster the wellbeing of one's mental health and self-esteem.

[Mr. Jones] was uncommonly bad at seduction if he though talk of common capital and incorporation would do the trick, but she could think of no other reason he would lavish her with such time and care. Except the impossible one: No motive but to help her. Such purity didn’t exist, though. If it did … If it did, he’d be a dangerously good seducer.

My handicap will be a weapon of seduction? Do you really think so?

Love can crystallize things. When love is in the air, distressing rain can become a wonderful avalanche of shimmering diamonds. Raindrops are transformed into a flood of sparkling crystal pearls. The power of love can convert rain into a multitude of glittering prisms. The mental seduction of love and a boundless illusion, inflamed by a profound uprising emotion, can change any ordinary incident into a radiant, luminous voyage. ( "Crystallization under an umbrella" )

Lust is a dangerous thing. It can make you believe things that are not real. It can seduce your mind and lead it blindfolded to the cliff that will be its demise.

No words. Just my finger pointing in silence. My finger silently saying, ’Unwrap me, darling.

- Maintenant que je t'ai sous la main, tu n'iras nulle part Elia.

Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion, let me relive my Love’s memory, to remember her body, so brave and so free, and the sound of my Dreameress singing to me, and the scent of my Dreameress sleeping by me, Ô, sing, sweet Muse, my soliloquy!

Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent.

Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing of loss. Ours was a world of eternal spring, until the summer came.

Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?

O woman, thou art my imperfection!

Owen felt like he was bearing witness to the birth of someone new, like watching the rising of a phoenix or a snake shedding an ill-fitting skin. She hadn't taken her clothes off with the aim to seduce him, and that made the act even more enticing... Awareness, a new state of herself, that was what she was after, and in it she was glorious.

– Parce que tu crois que c’est mon ex-petit-ami ? Ou que j’ai envie de me le taper ? Est-ce que ça veut dire que maintenant que tu es un homme marié, tu vas arrêter de voir toutes tes anciennes maîtresses ? demanda Elianor avec une naïveté exagérée. Et avant même que Tristan n’ait le temps de répondre, elle repartit en fou rire. – Ah mais, suis-je bête ! enchaîna-t-elle en se frappant le front avec la paume de la main. Ce serait synonyme de ne plus adresser la parole à la totalité de la gent féminine, je me trompe ? – Est-ce une pointe de jalousie que je perçois dans ta voix ? se moqua-t-il. – Pas du tout, c’est de la fatalité.

People will let you down in this business every single day. I think you'll be let down and disappointed more than you'll be accepted and excited. But you need to find ways to keep yourself inspired. This is mine. What's yours?

Plus tard, entre le rêve éveillé et la léthargie, elle sentit un courant d’air très frais derrière elle, avant qu’une douce chaleur irradie le long de son dos. Un bras fort se resserra autour de sa taille et elle se sentit lovée contre un torse ferme et agréablement chaud. Elle n’eut même pas à réfléchir pour reconnaître la silhouette de Tristan. Tout son être le reconnaissait.

Poetry can have varied and useful functions; and seduction is apparently something worth writing poetry for.

Professor, when people say such things after impossibility smacks them in the face, we call it denial

Quand – comme toutes les autres femmes – elle rêvait d’une lente et douce séduction, de belles déclarations d’amour enflammées, voilà ce qu’elle récoltait à la place. Du sexe pour du sexe. Pas de sentiments.

Respecter une femme, c'est pouvoir envisager l'amitié avec elle ; ce qui n'exclut pas le jeu de la séduction, et même, dans certains cas, le désir et l'amour.

Saints and Sinners may be separated by their actions, but they are united by their reaction to passion.

Seduction is not like a veiling cloth but rather like water as it has the power to flow in the direction you want it to. Not where you put your direct focus, rather the point of focus must be somewhere else. Because all water go to the ocean, the ocean does not come to it.

Never be seduced by the sweet promises of a better path

Se débarrasser de tout ça ? Le faire ? Mais de quoi parlait-il ? — J’ai envie de toi, précisa-t-il devant son incompréhension. Je te désire comme un homme désire une femme. — Tu me… quoi ? répéta-t-elle, incapable d’articuler une phrase cohérente. — Je sais que toi aussi. Alors si tu veux coucher avec moi, je serai plus que ravi de te rendre service.

Seduction begins with insinuation, what may happen, not what is, what you may become to the person, not today what you are.

Seduction is an art known only to the best of the artistes.

Seduce yourself first.

Selon lui, tel était son plan : séduire, conquérir puis anéantir l’empire Kane.

Sex was a practiced art to him. Each move calculated. His brain always worked while he performed, his body seducing his prey with ease, noting each response of his target. But in one moment, everything had changed. She swept him into a tidal wave of pure sensation, and he willingly let go and let her take him with her.

Sensuality is a moving target. You chase it daily by going deep within yourself.

Ses bras se nouèrent autour de sa taille et il huma la fragrance qu’elle portait au creux de son cou. Il frissonna de la tête aux pieds comme s’il était aux prises avec une tempête d’émotions qu’il avait du mal à canaliser. Elianor sentit l’empreinte d’un baiser sur son épaule. De ses lèvres entrouvertes, il remonta sur sa peau, la marquant au fer de la pointe brûlante de sa langue. Quand il mordilla son lobe, elle soupira longuement.

She didn’t dare expose her heart the way she’d exposed her body.

Sexual thrills are not all physical, and although Parlabane was an unlikely seducer, even on the intellectual plane, it was clear that his desire was, by this prolonged tickling, to bring me to an orgasm of the mind.

She leaned forward and whispered sensuously in his ear, 'I am Lilith and you are mine now - forever.

She thinks, I'm telling him who I am. He's interested in who I am. That is true, but I am curious about who she is because I want to fuck her.

She stared stupidly into his eyes, thinking about how very much she’d like to make that noise again…with him.

She was giving him a look. It took Eustace a second to figure out what it was. Her off-kilter gaze traveled the length of his body, then lingered pointedly. The gesture was supposed to be seductive but was more like livestock trying to sell itself.

Show me." He looks at her, his eyes darker than the air. "If you draw me a map I think I'll understand better." "Do you have paper?" She looks over the empty sweep of the car's interior. "I don't have anything to write with." He holds up his hands, side to side as if they were hinged. "That's okay. You can just use my hands." She smiles, a little confused. He leans forward and the streetlight gives him yellow-brown cat eyes. A car rolling down the street toward them fills the interior with light, then an aftermath of prickling black waves. "All right." She takes his hands, runs her finger along one edge. "Is this what you mean? Like, if the ocean was here on the side and these knuckles are mountains and here on the back it's Santa Monica, Beverly Hills, West L.A., West Hollywood, and X marks the spot." She traces her fingertips over the backs of his hands, her other hand pressing into the soft pads of his palm. "This is where we are- X." "Right now? In this car?" He leans back; his eyes are black marble, dark lamps. She holds his gaze a moment, hears a rush of pulse in her ears like ocean surf. Her breath goes high and tight and shallow; she hopes he can't see her clearly in the car- her translucent skin so vulnerable to the slightest emotion. He turns her hands over, palms up, and says, "Now you." He draws one finger down one side of her palm and says, "This is the Tigris River Valley. In this section there's the desert, and in this point it's plains. The Euphrates runs along there. This is Baghdad here. And here is Tahrir Square." He touches the center of her palm. "At the foot of the Jumhurriya Bridge. The center of everything. All the main streets run out from this spot. In this direction and that direction, there are wide busy sidewalks and apartments piled up on top of shops, men in business suits, women with strollers, street vendors selling kabobs, eggs, fruit drinks. There's the man with his cart who sold me rolls sprinkled with thyme and sesame every morning and then saluted me like a soldier. And there's this one street...." He holds her palm cradled in one hand and traces his finger up along the inside of her arm to the inner crease of her elbow, then up to her shoulder. Everywhere he touches her it feels like it must be glowing, as if he were drawing warm butter all over her skin. "It just goes and goes, all the way from Baghdad to Paris." He circles her shoulder. "And here"- he touches the inner crease of her elbow-"is the home of the Nile crocodile with the beautiful speaking voice. And here"- his fingers return to her shoulder, dip along their clavicle-"is the dangerous singing forest." "The dangerous singing forest?" she whispers. He frowns and looks thoughtful. "Or is that in Madagascar?" His hand slips behind her neck and he inches toward her on the seat. "There's a savanna. Chameleons like emeralds and limes and saffron and rubies. Red cinnamon trees filled with lemurs." "I've always wanted to see Madagascar," she murmurs: his breath is on her face. Their foreheads touch. His hand rises to her face and she can feel that he's trembling and she realizes that she's trembling too. "I'll take you," he whispers.

Si le sexe était une arme de négociation, Tristan serait certainement un diplomate hors pair.