Authority is not power; that's coercion. Authority is not knowledge; that's persuasion, or seduction. Authority is simply that the author has the right to make a statement and to be heard.
Man proposes, woman forecloses.
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?
Pursuit and seduction are the essence of sexuality. It's part of the sizzle.
My playground was the theatre. I'd sit and watch my mother pretend for a living. As a young girl, that's pretty seductive.
The arbitrary rule of a just and enlightened prince is always bad.
His virtues are the most dangerous and the surest form of seduction: they lull a people imperceptibly into the habit of loving, respecting, and serving his successor, whoever that successor may be, no matter how wicked or stupid.
Most virtue is a demand for greater seduction.
It's true I always try to be as seductive as possible but I wouldn't be here if I couldn't play tennis.
Secrecy sets barriers between men, but at the same time offers the seductive temptation to break through the barriers by gossip or confession.
Behold, my love, behold all that I simultaneously do: scandal, seduction, bad example, incest, adultery, sodomy! Oh, Satan! one and unique God of my soul, inspire thou in me something yet more, present further perversions to my smoking heart, and then shalt thou see how I shall plunge myself into them all!
Accept fate, and move on. Don't yield to the seductive pull of self-pity. Acting like a victim threatens your future.
Nostalgia is a seductive liar.
The individual (no matter how well-meaning he might be, no matter how much strength he might have, if only he would use it) does not have the passion to rip himself away from either the coils of Reflection or the seductive ambiguities of Reflection; nor do the surroundings and times have any events or passions, but rather provide a negative setting of a habit of reflection, which plays with some illusory project only to betray him in the end with a way out: it shows him that the most clever thing to do is nothing at all.
There is an insistent tendency among serious social scientists to think of any institution which features rhymed and singing commercials, intense and lachrymose voices urging highly improbable enjoyment, caricatures of the human esophagus in normal and impaired operation, and which hints implausibly at opportunities for antiseptic seduction as inherently trivial. This is a great mistake. The industrial system is profoundly dependent on commercial television and could not exist in its present form without it.
Sensual pleasures are like soap bubbles, sparkling, effervescent.
The pleasures of intellect are calm, beautiful, sublime, ever enduring and climbing upward to the borders of the unseen world.
I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me -- I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.
A gentleman doesn't pounce he glides.
If a woman sits on a piece of furniture which permits your sitting beside her, you are free to regard this as an invitation, though not an unequivocal one.
Seduction is often difficult to distinguish from rape.
In seduction, the rapist often bothers to buy a bottle of wine.
Weep not for little Leonie, abducted by a French Marquis.
Though loss of honor was a wrench, just think how it's improved her French.
To seduce a woman famous for strict morals, religious fervor and the happiness of her marriage: what could possibly be more prestigious?
The trouble with Ian is that he gets off with women because he can't get on with them.
Slowly, but very deliberately, the brooding edifice of seduction, creaking and incongruous, came into being, a vast Heath Robinson mechanism, dually controlled by them and lumbering gloomily down vistas of triteness. With a sort of heavy-fisted dexterity the mutually adapted emotions of each of them became synchronized, until the unavoidable anti-climax was at hand.
If sensuality were happiness, beasts were happier than men;
but human felicity is lodged in the soul, not in the flesh.
Human brutes, like other beasts, find snares and poison in the provision of life, and are allured by their appetites to their destruction.
When a woman wants a man and lusts after him, the lover need not bother to conjure up opportunities, for she will find more in an hour than we men could think of in a century.
Technology is very seductive, and it is certainly changing the way things are designed and made and taught. The problem is when technology has seduced you away from thinking about things as deeply as you should.