Quotes About Temptation

I only know that he who makes a tie is lost, the seed of corruption has entered his heart

O Crassus, tell us, For thou dost know, what is the taste of gold?

The snake had charmed me

He attended some lectures somewhere and imagines that the devil is no match for him.

Sono persuaso che nessuno sciocco ha mai fatto un patto col diavolo per la propria anima: lo sciocco è troppo sciocco, oppure il diavolo è troppo diavolo.

The third unskillful action, sexual misconduct

He was sick with lust and mesmerized with regret

Success and failure are both difficult to endure. Along with success come drugs, divorce, fornication, bullying, travel, meditation, medication, depression, neurosis and suicide. With failure comes failure.

Yossarian was in love with the maid in the lime-colored panties because she seemed to be the only woman left he could make love to without falling in love with.

There was shish-kabob for lunch, huge, savory hunks of spitted meat sizzling like the devil over charcoal after marinating seventy-two hours in a secret mixture Milo had stolen from a crooked trader in the Levant, served with Iranian rice and asparagus tips Parmesan, followed by cherries jubilee for dessert and then steaming cups of fresh coffee with Benedictine and brandy.

I have a weakness for fresh eggs.

They might have occurred if either General Dreedle or General Peckem had once evinced an interest in taking part in orgies with him, but neither ever did, and the colonel was certainly not going to waste time and energy making love to beautiful women unless there was something in it for him.

No such private nights of ecstasy or hushed-up drinking and sex orgies ever occurred. They might have occurred if either General Dreedle or General Peckem had once evinced an interest in taking part in orgies with him, but neither ever did, and the colonel was certainly not going to waste his time and energy making love to beautiful women unless there was something in it for him.

The men could pick up girls along that road if they promised to take them where they wanted to go, buxom, young, homely, grinning girls with missing teeth whom they could drive off the road and lie down in the wild grass with, and Yossarian did whenever he could, which was not nearly as often as Hungry Joe, who could get a jeep but couldn't drive, begged him to try.

Polish sausage is going for peanuts in Cracow,' Milo informed him. 'polish sausage', sighed the general nostalgically. 'You know, I'd give just about anything for a good hunk of Polish sausage. Just about anything.

It is his imagination that causes the alcoholic to return to drinking intermittently. The images that have been impressed on his subconscious mind begin to bear fruit. He imagines a drinking bout in which glasses are filled and drained, then he imagines the following sense of ease and enjoyment, a feeling of relaxation. If he lets his imagination run wild, he will go to the bar or buy a bottle.

Vampire Willow: Bored now.

All actors are whores. They want only one thing: to seduce you.

I could wish that I had recourse to the Prince of Darkness & his quick ways of revenge;

If I could open a vein. Not to inject any shit, I will never weaken like that again, but just to feel the kick of it, the old memory. So this numbness lifts. So I could get back there easier.

NO KISS FORGOTTEN; it resides in the memory as in the flesh, and so Katya many times felt the press of Marcus Kidder's warm mouth on hers in the days and especially in the nights following. And her heartbeat quickened in protest: How could you! Kiss him! That old man! Kiss him! Let him put his arms around you ad kiss you and kiss him back! The old man's mouth and Katya Spivak's mouth! How could you.

The Bog Kingdom. Bidding him enter! Ah, enter! There, all wishes are fulfilled. The more forbidden, the more delicious.

If Hannah knew where he was! – frankly eyeing a hatcheck girl his faughter Geraldine's age, noting her legs in black patterned stockings, her feet in black stiletto-heeled shoes, feeling the first dim stirrings of desire so faint and so sad it was like hearing a telephone ringing and ringing in a distant room you couldn't hope to get to and if you did the call wouldn't be for you.

It was a time of sin. It was not a time of innocence. It was a time of physical disgust. For I remember well.