Quotes About Temptation

Then he pulled off his T-shirt. The cotton clung to the muscles of his chest and arms like it loved him and didn't want to leave.

Show me you have one iota of self-restraint." "I will," I said quickly. "Stay away from her." "Okay." "Keep your hands off her." "I'll try." He scowled at me. "I will," I said. He wiggled his fingers at me. "And it might help public relations with Lori's pop if you put on a shirt and quit walking around here like sex on a stick.

And strangely, even though he still stared at the store, I felt like I had more self-control then he did right then.

A frenzy of activity that had mostly led him in circles: wasn't that a fairly accurate description of lust?

The seconds pass. I know what's going on because it's the same thing that always happens: give me something nice, something I love or want or need, and I'll find a way to grind it into dust.

Lust made an idiot of everyone it touched—Dexter felt stupidity shrouding his head like a hood in the shape of a dunce's cap.

If my life has taught me anything, it's that curiosity and expediency have a sneaky, inexorable power. Resisting them is easy for a minute—a hundred minutes—even a year. But not forever.

Holding my phone, looking out at twinkling Lake Michigan, I understood with sudden clarity that doing the right thing—being right—gets you nothing in this world. It's the sinners everyone loves: the flailers, the scramblers, the bumblers. There was nothing sexy about getting it right the first time. Fuck Sasha, I thought.

A frenzy of activity that had mostly led him in circles: wasn't that a fairly accurate description of lust? At times Bennie didn't even mind its disappearance; it was sort of a relief not to be constantly wanting to fuck someone. The world was unquestionably a more peaceful place without the half hard-on that had been his constant companion since the age of thirteen, but did Bennie want to live in such a world?

Never trust a candy house! It was only a matter of time before someone made them pay for what they thought they were getting for free.

Holding my phone, looking out at twinkling Lake Michigan, I understood with sudden clarity that doing the right thing—being right—gets you nothing in this world. It's the sinners everyone loves: the flailers, the scramblers, the bumblers. There was nothing sexy about getting it right the first time.

She wore a wedding ring (as did he) and a small gold cross at her neck, but a current of wayward sensuality had been unmistakable in her, making these symbols seem apotropaic.

Belagren: I can't build a whole religion on a probablity, Madalan. Madalan: Not when sex, drugs and human sacrifices work so much better.

Half of sobriety was wishing you'd never started: if you'd never taken that first drink, first bump, you could have stayed clean forever with no sweat at all. Instead, it became your life's work.

He kissed her hungrily, as if for nourishment. Later it would seem to him an act of cannibalism; the law he violated seemed nearly that ancient. But that night he was beyond reason, a man too long starved.

I couldn't stop staring at his mouth when he spoke. I bet he knew how to kiss. Perfect kisses too, ones that weren't wet and gross, but the kind that curled toes. I needed to stop looking at him in general.

You know what they say about boys next door...

I bet you think things through, right? Accept candy from strangers and get into vans with a sign that reads free Kittens?

Sometimes all a girl really needed was a very bad idea.

Where are you going?" I asked him. After everything it has taken to get to this point, he couldn't just walk away. "To hell, eventually," Jameson answered. "Probably to the wine cellar, for now.

Jameson was close to me now. Too close. Every one of the Hawthorne boys was magnetic. Larger than life. They had an effect on people—and Jameson was very good at using that to get what he wanted. He wants something from me now.

I have a better idea." Jameson lowered his lips to mine. My neck arched. More mud on my face, my clothes. "I bet," he countered, "that you can't wash all this mud off before I…" "Before you what?" I murmured. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne smiled. "Guess.

But this... us..." He swallowed. "It can't happen, Avery. I've seen the way Jameson looks at you.

I wondered if this was what Pandora had felt like the moment she opened the box.