He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

William Butler Yeats

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim of the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I being poor have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

She Walks in Beauty

Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
This mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

Nichita Stnescu
Evocare

Ea era frumoas ca umbra unei idei, a piele de copil mirosea spinarea ei,
a piatr proaspt spart
a strigat dintr-o limb moart.
Ea nu avea greutate, ca respirarea.
Rznda i plngnda cu lacrimi mari
era srat ca sarea
slvit la ospete de barbari.
Ea era frumoas ca umbra unui gnd.
ntre ape, numai ea era pmnt.

Few people paid much attention to the importance of eyes when it came to seduction, he
thought. It took a Bene Gesserit upbringing to make that point. Big breasts in a woman and hard
loins in a man (that tightly muscular look to the buttocks) these were naturally important in
sexual matchings. But without the eyes, the rest of it could go for nothing. Eyes were essential.
You could drown in the right kind of eyes, he had learned, sink right into them and be unaware of
what was being done to you [...].
Frank Herbert

Seduction is the art of saying what you don't do in order to do what you don't say Lis Lancaster
Beauty needs a witness. Zan Perrion, The Alabaster Girl
"Do you know what are you supposed to do to meet a mermaid? You go down at the bottom of the
see, where the water it isn't blue anymore, where the sky is only a memory, and you float there, in
silence; and you stay there and decide that you'll die for them. Only then they start coming out; they
come, they greet you and judge the love you have for them...if it's sincere, if it's pure, they will be with
you and take you away forever.... " [the big blue]
Sufer" he commanded seductively. "With me...or because of me. Donna Lynn Hope
Every object strives for its proper place. A book seeks to be near its truest admirer. Just as
this helpless moth seeks to be near the candle that infatuates him. Vikram Seth, A Suitable
Boy

Inscripie pe un inel
de Tudor Arghezi
Am scris-o mic, ai s-o citeti cu greu,
Pune-l n deget, scoatei-l mereu.

Nemaiputnd s i-l srut, eu faur,

Surd n stihul ce i-l scriu pe aur.

Am vrut s nu fiu eu de vin,

Dar am avut numai atta rdcin.

Ct a rodit o rodie, i-att,

Citete, citete cnd i-o fi urt.

Trei cuvinte, viaa ntreag.

Dou puncte, mi eti drag.

Inelul strecurat pe deti

Srut-l cnd i-l scoi i cnd priveti.

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

The angel destroyed me! He seduced me with a pure voice, spoke kind words, and stroked my
hair to lower my guard, to make me trust him, to trick me! He sullied my body, my voice, my
heart; remade me as a terrifying monster; turned me into his companion! The angel was a
disfigured phantom wearing a mask!
Mizuki Nomura, Book Girl and the Corrupted Angel
Saints and Sinners may be separated by their actions, but they are united by their reaction to
passion.
Gaiven Clairmont, Seductive Saints & Sensual Sinners Volume I
Seduction begins with insinuation, what may happen, not what is, what you may become to the
person, not today what you are.
MD. Muhtashimur Rahman

Under the grove of the Sycamore tree, dream a little dream with me.
- Romeo