Secrets Of An Irresistible Woman Quotes

Chew on this: the man who truly loves you will be willing to pay the price for you, like the merchant “who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it” (Matthew 13:46 KJV). He’ll sell worldly ideas about sex before marriage, other women he’s kept on reserve…you name it, he’ll get rid of it, in order to be in position to win you! Jesus paid the price to redeem you. How much more should a mortal man be willing to pay to possess your love?

If a man can stand firm as your emotions wash over him, he’s worth your time.

Feminine vulnerability awakens the masculine spirit.

Do things to show your support for his dreams, goals, and ambitions. If you take a genuine interest in his success and well-being, you become invaluable to him.

fact, he doesn’t just want a woman who can encourage him to bring out his fullest potential…he needs it. The

Believe me, the more a great guy feels like he’s “the man” around you, the more he will WANT to be around you.

She can uplift his spirits when things don’t work out for him as well as share in his victories with unbridled enthusiasm.

Remember: let go and let him lead. When a man feels the unshakable support of a good woman, he feels invincible. Your support of his endeavors is a display of unconditional respect, which translates into love.

Self-love will communicate itself by how well you take care of yourself. This is a sure way to keep a guy interested in you for the long-term since men love to be with a woman who makes an effort to be physically irresistible.

A woman who dates as if she deserves a man’s love: ·      Pays more attention to what a man does than what a man says. ·      Does not make excuses for a man’s poor behavior, no matter how dreamy he is. ·      Does not need to walk on eggshells with a man for fear of being let go. ·      Does not lose sleep over a man that clearly does not want her. ·      Does not confuse the emotional drama of being treated poorly with “being in love.” ·      Does not have to settle for an unloving man because of her age, status, etc. ·      Does not waste emotional energy trying to understand “how could he be this way?” or trying to decipher “why does he keep treating me this way?” ·      Does not risk her dignity trying to chase a man who has dumped her. ·      Does not waste her time dating men with whom she never knows where she stands. ·      Is honest and forthright with both herself and the men she dates when it comes to what she wants and needs in a relationship. ·      Presents herself as high-quality girlfriend material and desires both love AND respect from a man. ·      Works hard on herself to develop the irresistible qualities that men desire in the woman they want to cultivate a long-term, committed relationship with…

There are two kinds of genius: one which above all breeds and desires to breed, and another which is happy to let itself be fertilized and give birth. In just the same way, there are among peoples of genius those to whom the female problem of pregnancy and the secret task of shaping, maturing, and perfecting have been assigned - the Greeks, for example, were a people of this kind, like the French - and there are others who have to fertilize and become the origin of new orders of life - like the Jews, the Romans, and, one could ask in all modesty, the Germans? - People tormented and enchanted by unknown fevers and irresistibly driven outside themselves, in love with and lusting after foreign races (after those who "let themselves be fertilized"-) and thus obsessed with mastery, like everything which has a knowledge of itself as full of procreative power and thus "by the grace of God." These two types of genius seek each other out, like man and woman, but they also misunderstand each other - like man and woman.

Mr. Hazlit!” She kept her voice down with effort, but when a man sneaked up behind a lady and slid his arms around her waist, some exclamation was in order. “Hush.” He turned her in his arms, though part of Maggie was strongly admonishing herself to wrestle free. He’d let her go. She trusted him that far, when a servant was likely to appear any moment with a tea tray. “Something has you in a dither. Tell me.” His embrace was the most beguiling, irresistible mockery of a kindness. Gayle had offered her a hug a few days ago, a brusque, brotherly gesture as careful as it was brief. This was different. This was… Benjamin Hazlit’s warm, strong male body, available for her comfort. No conditions, no awkwardness, no dissembling for the benefit of an audience. She sighed and tucked her face against his throat, unwilling—or unable—to deny herself what he offered. For a few moments, she was going to pretend she wasn’t alone in a sea of trouble. She was going to pretend they were friends—cousins, maybe—and stealing this from him was permitted. She was going to hold on to the fiction that she was as entitled to dream of children and a husband to dote upon as the next woman. “You are wound as tight as a fiddle string, Maggie Windham.” Hazlit’s hand settled on her neck, kneading gently. “Are the domestics feuding, or has Her Grace been hounding you?” “She never hounds or scolds.” Maggie rested her forehead on his shoulder, her bones turning to butter at his touch. “She looks at us, disappointment in the prettiest green eyes you’ve ever seen, and you want to disappear into the ground, never to emerge until you can make her smile again. His Grace says it’s the same for him.” When she was held like this, Maggie could detect a unique scent about Hazlit’s person: honeysuckle and spice, like an exotic incense. It clung to his clothing, and when she turned her head to rest her cheek on the wool of his coat, she caught the same fragrance rising from the exposed flesh of his neck. That hand of his went wandering, over her shoulder blades, down her spine. “You are tired,” he said, his voice resonating through her physically. “What is disturbing your sleep, Maggie? And don’t think I’ll be distracted by more hissing and arching your back.” “I’m not a cat.” “You’ve cat eyes.” He turned her so his arm was around her waist. “Let’s sit by the fire, and you can tell me your troubles.” Such

Mothers used to instruct their daughters, “This one has potential. If you work with this one, you’ll have a winner on your hands.” Well, that certainly doesn’t happen anymore! Women today want their men to arrive camera-ready! But who said you were perfect? Don’t think about changing or rearranging him. Concentrate on inspiring him and empowering him to rise up and be all that God has ordained him to be. Some women I know have initially passed right by their [future] husbands because he wasn’t perfectly polished. You don’t think all these successful men in the world started off that way, do you? Of course not! They climbed and climbed until they reached their goal. And most likely some woman was right there beside him all the way. Now those women get to reap the rewards. And that reward is so much greater if he’s a man of God.

Giving too much of your thought, time, and energy to an unappreciative man will wear you down over time.

I won't hurt you,” Will said. “But go out there now and someone might. If not Sam, then Arnie or Gus. Maybe Kohler himself. It's been a long time since any of us have been around women. Some of the men, clearly, have forgotten how to behave.” “But not you?” she said, a mocking jeer to her voice. “I don't force women.” “Oh? You're irresistible, are you?” “To one, I was. The woman I love. You're safe with me.” That stopped her, and she nodded.

This will happen because Antichrist’s irresistible presence will be the result of an invisible network of thousands of years of collective knowledge. He will be the embodiment of a very old, super-intelligent spirit. As Jesus Christ was the “seed of the woman” (Genesis 3:15), this man will be the “seed of the serpent.” Moreover, though his arrival in the form of a man is foretold by numerous Scriptures, the broad masses will not immediately recognize him for what he actually is—paganism’s ultimate incarnation: the “beast” of Revelation 13:1. It’s been assumed for centuries that

he will see you as an indispensible part of his life.

Becoming His Emotional Backbone

It’s okay to be his shoulder to cry and lean on when things get really tough, but be careful not to make yourself his savior.

I will tell you a secret: A worldly-wise lady does not need designer clothes; her irresistible personal power comes from the heart.

All beautiful grew, subtle and high and strange. Here on a boulder carved like a huge throne A Woman sat in gold and purple sheen, Armed with the trident and the thunderbolt, Her feet upon a couchant lion’s back. A formidable smile curved round her lips, Heaven-fire laughed in the corners of her eyes; Her body a mass of courage and heavenly strength, She menaced the triumph of the nether gods. A halo of lightnings flamed around her head And sovereignty a great cestus zoned her robe And majesty and victory sat with her Guarding in the wide cosmic battle-field Against the flat equality of Death And the all-levelling insurgent Night The hierarchy of the ordered Powers, The high changeless values, the peaked eminences, The privileged aristocracy of Truth, And in the governing Ideal’s sun The triumvirate of wisdom, love and bliss And the sole autocracy of the absolute Light. August on her seat in the inner world of Mind, The Mother of Might looked down on passing things, Listened to the advancing tread of Time, Saw the irresistible wheeling of the suns And heard the thunder of the march of God. 07.04_123:003-007