Zan Perrion Quotes

Beauty needs a witness.

I could tell you the truth about me... but to seduce you, I will tell you the truth about you...

Honesty is the greatest aphrodisiac.

A man who can make fun of himself is a man at peace with himself, completely and unapologetically being himself, never shy about being put on the spot, with nothing to prove and no fear of ridicule.

Where you look is where your life goes. Head toward the light and only the light.

A man is happiest with a girl who reads books.” —

All beautiful things must end. Otherwise they are not beautiful.

If we could see ourselves the way that others see us, we would be amazed.

We have forgotten how to have fun. We unlearn fun. Every interaction with women should be infused with fun. This includes the way we meet, the way we date, the way we are together in bed, and the way we are together in relationship. If it isn't fun, what's the point? If it isn't fun, it needs to be left behind. Because... why not? We are treasure hunters, adventurers, raconteurs, are we not?

Every step toward beauty moves him away from the teeming multitude of boys and into the rarefied realm of men. Every turning toward beauty saves his life.

The greatest women are the ones who can see the potential in a man, where it is possible for him to go. If there is to be a meaningful men’s movement on this earth, it will be led by men, but inspired by women. We can’t do it alone.

Thoreau wrote, "the mass of men live lives of quiet desperation." This is as true today as it was back then. How many men stand on a balcony and wonder what happened?... He wanted adventure and he got two weeks' vacation. He wanted a mission and he got a lawn that needs mowing. He wanted purpose and he got a cubicle. He wanted a mighty steed and he got a minivan. He wanted a castle and he got a mortgage. He wanted a battle to fight and he got televised sports. He wanted wisdom and he got talking heads on TV. He wanted treasure and he got endless debt. He wanted every part of his life to be wonderful, and here he is... standing on a balcony, in bleak, ruminating hesitation.

I am celebrated by these women because I celebrated them. I am respected by these men because I respected them. I am honored because I honor. I am revered because I revere.

Confidence does not stem from our belief that we know how to do and say the right things. It stems from our belief that we are learning how to do and say the right things.

Seduction will save us from our sins against beauty, because seduction is our real selves shining.

The truth is, we don’t have to do anything. The only thing we have to do is die. All the rest is optional.

If we could see ourselves through the eyes of others—the way we look when we walk into a room, for example—we would think, “Oh, wow… that’s not so bad!

Can you feel that in the air? That urgency? For there is an urgency There is no time to waste! Let the trumpet sound throughout the land! A clarion call for a new way of being. Head toward the light, and only the light. Destroy your options. Cross your personal Rubicon. Burn your ships. Ride your horse as it can go, then dismount and carry on. Forward! Never settle! Dregs settle. Lead! Lead! And never follow again!

But being direct is not about being overtly blunt. It is about being clear in our intentions.

Beautiful women are lonely because they are never fully included in the lives of others.

Beauty needs a witness. This is the secret to success with women.

A boy looks for all the ways that he can impress a girl. A man looks for all the ways that she can impress him.

Here is a sublime secret of the ages, the secret of men whom women eternally love: They are father figures and little boys—simultaneously!

There is something magical about the heart of a man who loves himself, loves love, loves life itself.

Authenticity is the only truly seductive thing in this world.

All we have to do is shake hands with our past, take the lessons, and leave the excuses.

The only commitment I can honestly give is to be fully present, fully engaged, fully real, a promise to stay true to myself and to never misrepresent. This, my love, is the only way a relationship can last.

And what is the beauty in a man? A lifelong devotion to a personal passion, a passion larger than him, larger than her, larger than the whole wide world, a passion that radiates from his pores until the day he dies.

It’s the same feeling we get when we realize the summer is gone and now it is winter again and we didn’t go to the beach and the gym and camping and all the other things we promised ourselves we would do, any more often than we did the summer before. And now we have no choice—our birthday is here again whether we like it or not—so we gamely celebrate it, making the most of it, hiding our dread of mortality behind a cake and a card. Here is something amazing: When you fill every day with the best memories you can possibly make, when you visualize the life you want to live and then move toward it no matter what the cost, that twinge of regret is forever gone. You are aligned. You are exactly where you need to be. You can’t see the future, but that’s okay. You just take another step forward into the mystery, the unknown, knowing that your foot will always hit something. It is a wonderful thing to be free of the feeling of the marching of time; to have the ability to welcome it; to know that all your adventures, small and great, are creating you, a glorious you; to discover that when you love and celebrate your life, others will love and celebrate your life, too.

Born in me as well, all those years ago, was an intense love of life, a resolution to escape from ordinariness, an immense curiosity about the world and the way it works, and a deep compassion for anyone who is honestly seeking a better way.

The beauty song of women is a love song. This is my truth. I love women. I don’t give a damn what others think of me. Let analysts analyze. Let psychologists murmur and suggest. Let moralists tut-tut and wring their hands. Let man-haters roar. I move through life without apology, without defense, without regret. I am wondrously in love with women, in love with the very idea of women, and if your heart is sincere, you will understand exactly what that means. This is what I live. This is what I love. This is what I believe. This is my religion, my saving grace. This is the air I breathe. When

This is why when we get compliments from others, we have a hard time accepting them. “Oh, they’re just trying to be nice,” we think. The secret is to always stay connected to that part of us that others see and comment on, because the way others see us, their version of us—not our own myopic, dystopian version—is the real us.

She doesn’t have to reject him. He’s already rejected himself.

Here’s what I’ve learned in my life: to truly experience anything, to experience things in their entirety, all the senses must be engaged.

The difference between men who are successful and men who are not is that successful men examine their hearts, realize there is something they care deeply about and desire, and take decisive steps toward it.

Feeling a loss of power comes from the assumption that her opinion is a judgment made upon us by all women, not just her in particular.

This is the secret to living and loving: everything must be experienced on all levels, everything must be explored, every invitation accepted, every experience fully immersed.

A never-ending stream of beautiful, laughing, vibrant women flows by (it never really ends) and the men stand off to the side, watching and wishing, letting what could possibly be the most fulfilling romantic encounter they have ever experienced quietly pass them by.