Quotes About Temptation

She took drugs, therefore I exist. Ain't life odd? But still, please refrain from getting mixed up with substances.

There's a word for your impulse, Louise. Cacoëthes,' I said to her. 'The urge to do something somewhat wrong. Not something unspeakable or horrific. Just something you know is a bad idea.

But a quick-acting poison, that's different. It strikes with blind swiftness. You can be bit by temptation anytime. It is a thought, a direction, a noise in your brain, a hunch, an intuition that leads you to darker places than you've ever imagined. I

Her outfit must have penetrated his unconscious. She wore a shirt of softly fringed suede that clung to her breasts like an unforgiven sin.

And that was where the whiskey got hold of her. As it has with so many of us, even myself, the liquor sneaked up and grabbed her, got into her mind and talked to her, fooled her into thinking she was thinking for herself when really it was the whiskey thinking whiskey thoughts.

She accepted, now, the great gift of the music as a substitute for all she had lost. Still, one question sometimes nagged. Had the devil in its original tempter's form returned her art, or had God? And furthermore, what did it matter?

Oh no. I've just accidently paid a visit to the cakeshop of love. I haven't put back my Italian cakey, but I have accidentally picked up a Dave the Tart.

In the kitchens of love, after all, vice is like the pepper in a good sauce; it brings out the flavor, it's indispensable.

After conscientiously tasting fritters every day for a month Lola had put on two pounds! Her little belt bore witness to the disaster, she found herself obliged to move on to the next notch. She burst into tears.

He's fiddling around in his pocket...nothing to worry about...all the young ones fiddle around in their pockets...a pistol? an erection?

Over our heads, two millimetres, maybe one millimetre from our temples, those long tempting lines of steel that bullets make when they're out to kill you were whistling through the hot summer air. I'd never felt so useless as I did amid all those bullets in the sunlight. A vast and universal mockery.

Blessed are those who can content themselves with whorehouses! Parapine

Remove yourself from temptation. Don't even look at something if you know you shouldn't have it.

I kind of felt I shouldn't shorten their lovely lives by picking them—I wouldn't want to be picked if I were an apple blossom. But the temptation was irresistible. What do you do when you meet with an irresistible temptation?

One gives way to the temptation, only to rise from it again, afterwards, with a great eagerness to reestablish one's dignity, as if it were a tombstone to place on the grave of one's shame, and a monument to hide and sign the memory of our weaknesses. Everybody's in the same case. Some folks haven't the courage to say certain things, that's all! THE STEP-DAUGHTER: All appear to have the courage to do them though.

Ah che tentazione di prenderle il viso tra le mani per costringerla a guardare nell'abisso di due occhi ben altri da quelli da cui voleva essere guardata!

Given the array of correspondents—Abiah Root, Mrs Holland, Sam Bowles, Maria Whitney, Mabel Todd herself and many minor figures—a distorting omission is the correspondence with Susan. Nowhere is she mentioned. It's a common temptation to editorial power to contrive a bias, sometimes in covert ways. Here the agenda is all too plain.

Damn it, but she hated it when her inner brown bunny came out to play. The

Good Lord, not again! What the devil is it with you and libraries that makes you unable to control yourself in them, James? You have always had a passion for books, but really! I fear she is right. I always have had a passion for libraries. Still, I never realised quite how much pleasure they could afford until I met you.

Dante was young enough to be her son . . . maybe even her grandson. She had no business responding to him at all.

It was not a good-morning kiss, Suzette decided as his tongue slid out to urge her lips open. At least it wasn't to her. Good-morning kisses, in her mind, were sweet pecks. This was more of a good-morning, good-afternoon and good-evening kiss all in one, she thought as his mouth devoured hers. Or perhaps it was more of an I want to throw you in the straw, toss up your skirts and have my wicked way with you kind of kiss, she decided as his hands begam to roam.

Here! Aye, but where the hell is---? Oh. Claray peered over her shoulder to see the Wolf staring at her from some ten feet away. His gaze was fixed on her lower legs with a sort of heated interest that made her look down. It was only then that she realized that she was holding her skirts rather high. They were actually halfway between her knees and her nether region, leaving an indecent amount of leg on view.

Valerie sat back in her seat and sipped at her wine, doing her best to ignore the way Anders's leg was pressing against her own under the table. He had been touching, brushing up against, or sneaking caresses all night. First under cover of their working together in the kitchen and then under cover of the table as they'd eaten. He was driving her wild.

She drawled, I think I'd really like to see that gun of yours later.