Quotes About Temptation

Even as a junkie I stayed true [to vegetarianism] - 'I shall have heroin, but I shan't have a hamburger.' What a sexy little paradox.

Destiny is not to be trifled with. Do not commit the tragic error of satisfying present appetite at the cost of future fulfilment

That's the problem with doing the wrong things. You're never satisfied. At some point, the misbehavior loses its thrill, and you need to seek out something that pushes more boundaries.

it was so rich and exotic I was seduced into taking one bite and then another as I tried to chase the flavors back to their source.

When people flatter you constantly it is very tempting to think you deserve it.

I never knew anyone actually buy cakes when they were hot ...

Where does it stop? You get offered money for your wedding, then for your kids, new houses, holidays... We earn enough from football and sponsorships, why do you need any more?

As they say, 'It's all downhill from cupcakes.

Oil kindles extraordinary emotions and hopes, since oil is above all a great temptation. It is the temptation of ease, wealth, strength, fortune, power. It is a filthy, foul-smelling liquid that squirts obligingly up into the air and falls back to earth as a rustling shower of money.

As she walked, trying to find a hotel--any hotel--she was offered at least ten different ways of getting high, four or five ways of getting laid, and at least one way of getting even.

Fionn was stuck in the most unlikely of places. He wanted to fuck the woman he planned to use in his vengeance. It was inconvenient to say the least

In the partnership of a pure, holy purpose it (money) seems almost omnipotent. But when it is allowed to grip both lines and whip, it drives a man at such a pace as to use up all his strength, and leave him utterly winded for anything else.

Her pores were like those of an orange, its skin filled with juice, which, if you applied the slightest pressure, would squirt up into your eyes. She was that fresh.

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

?çimizde ?eytan yok... ?çimizde aciz var... Tembellik var... ?radesizlik, bilgisizlik ve bunlar?n hepsinden daha korkunç bir ?ey: hakikatleri görmekten kaçmak itiyad? var...

Bazen insan avunmak için ba?ka çare bulam?yor ama, sen nefsine hâkim ol. Biraz daha ya?land?ktan sonra nas?l olsa ba?lars?n. Hatta o zaman laz?md?r da. Ak?amdan ak?ama iki kadehin zarar? yoktur. ?nsana dünyay? unutturur. Eh, bu dünya da unutulacak dünya zaten...

Aliye, bana böyle ?eyler yazma... Sonra ben sana deli gibi a??k olurum.

She didn't want to think about how wrong this was or how foolish it was to give herself to a known seducer. Because tonight Oliver wasn't that man. Not to her. He was the boy who'd cried over his dead mother, the young man who'd lost himself in drink and women to forget the past, the marquess who'd vowed not to marry for money. He was the man to be her lover.

He was as temptingly made as the first Adam must have been. God hadn't shirked his duties when creating Gideon Horn. No, indeed. In fact, she wondered if God hadn't put just a jot too much effort into it. He should have given the man something more useful than good looks and a treacherous charm. Humility, for example. She tried to imagine a humble Gideon, but it was impossible. Such a creature would be beyond even the Almighty's powers of imagination.

Only one thing had her balking: his cool kiss. Especially when compared to Mr. Pinter's hot ones. Curse that man. No matter how much she told herself his kisses hadn't meant anything, her wounded pride wanted to believe otherwise. Her wounded pride insisted they'd been too passionate to be meant only as a lesson. Her wounded pride was a blasted nuisance.

Why are you showing this to me?" "It's yours." Petey snapped his head up to find that the pirate was no longer smiling. "I mean it. It's yours. I have no use for it. What good is a scepter in paradise?" Setting the scepter down carefully on the table, Petey eyed the pirate with suspicion. "And why would you be wantin' to give it to me?" "Can't you guess? I want you to give up your claim to Miss Willis.

If you put it up, I'll just take it down again." His voice lowered to a throaty hum, "And you know what happens when I take your hair down.

He shifted her closer, his hand curving into the small of her back to flatten her against his lean, hard body as he showered soft, repentant kisses over her lips and cheeks, her closed eyelids, her tangled hair. "I should've left you on the Chastity ," he whispered against her mouth. "Atlantis is all right for the others but not for you.

I take it that you mean to seduce me," she murmured between kisses. "Yes." Seduce her and marry her. And then seduce her again, as often as he could. "Well then, carry on." So he did.