Quotes About Temptation

Beauty carries us to our doom. Or, to put it more accurately, we are made by immortal by those who cannot sever themselves from our charms.

Si alguna vez estás dispuesto a vender tu alma, no te molestes en vendérsela a otro ser humano. Es un mal negocio, no vale la pena ni tenerlo en cuenta.

Stop looking at my buttons,' Lestat said. 'Go out there into the trees. Rid yourself of all the human waste in your body, and don't fall so madly in love with the night that you lose your way!

Slowly I pressed my lips to his whitened silky skin and breathed in the old unmistakeable taste and scent of him, something sweet and undefinable and utterly personal, something made up of all his physical gifts and those given him afterwards, and I pressed my sharp eyeteeth through his skin to taste his blood.

My mouth filled with blood. My lips closed against his silky white flesh so that not a drop would be lost. Deeply I swallowed.

Beijei suas lágrimas. Quem dera que eu fosse mesmo santo. Quem dera eu fosse o padre que estava parado junto do carro à sua espera, fingindo não ver que nos beijávamos. O que era o beijo? O beijo mortal? Beijei sua boca novamente. Um amor mortal e o tempo todo o desejo irresistível da ligação do sangue, não de sua morte, não, Meu Deus, não, apenas a ligação do sangue, o conhecimento.

What engraved itself into my consciousness was his face-square and taut, the eyes very big and the well-shaped mouth voluptuous, and the jaw somewhat hard, the whole more truly well proportioned and appealing than he could ever have claimed.

Don't go into that swamp, Quinn," Aunt Queen said, abruptly appealing to me, as if from the core of her being. "Don't go to that accursed Sugar Devil Island. I know your adventuresome spirit, Quinn. Don't be proud of your discovery. Don't go. You must stay away from that place.

How could I take from this boy the cup he'd barely tasted? He was a dead creature brought back to life.

it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

There was something stubborn here, something directed entirely towards our love. And how it tempted me, how it drew from me the most complete devotion.

Chi ha smesso di credere in Dio o nel bene continua lo stesso a credere nel diavolo. Non so perché. No, anzi, lo so: il male è sempre possibile. E il bene è eternamente difficile.

Ah, the nipples of men, so tender; such a key to torment and ecstacy; how he writhed as she twisted then ever so gently, her tongue daring in and out of his mouth.

I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat's iridescent eyes, that I'd sold my soul for a many-colored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective surface conveyed the power to walk on water.

I am not a man who loves women of any age, but the sight of her foot, its arch so delicately stretched by the height of the feet, and of her leg, so taut from the pressure, was quite enought to send the most unwelcome and erotic thoughts through my brain.

He felt the blood pounding inside him, but it wanted more blood. His hands and feet were now painfully cold.

Chi ha smesso di credere in Dio o nel bene continua lo stesso a credere nel diavolo. Non so perché. No, anzi, lo so: il male è sempre possibile. E il bene è eternamente difficile.»

I came because I could resist it. I came because perhaps I didn't quite believe in you. I didn't believe in spite of all I'd read and been told.

He backed away from me, the brush falling from his hand. And I rose over him, feeling my teeth against my lip, feeling my eyes fill with the colors of his face, my ears fill with his struggling cry, my hands fill with that strong, fighting flesh until I drew him up to me, helpless, and tore that flesh and had the blood that gave it life. 'Die,' I whispered when I held him loose now, his head bowed against my coat, 'die,' and felt him struggle to look up at me.

Avevo concepito la mia trasformazione in vampiro sotto due luci diverse. Da una parte si trattava semplicemente di una malia: Lestat mi aveva sopraffatto sul letto di morte. Ma dall'altra c'era la voglia di autodistruggermi, di dannarmi completamente. Questa era la porta aperta per cui era entrato Lestat.

La gente que deja de creer en Dios, o en la bondad, sigue creyendo en el demonio. No sé por qué. No; sé muy bien por qué. El mal siempre es posible. Y la bondad es eternamente difícil.

And won't you take absolution from me, Vittorio!" he said. His voice rose, and his chest seemed to increase in size. "Vittorio and Ursula, take my absolution." "No, Father," I said. "we cannot take it. We don't want it." "But why?" "Because, Father," said Ursula kindly, "we plan to sin again as soon as we possibly can.

Under the table, and where her robe was parted, I could see that she wore her perilous pink-sequined high-heeled shoes. I wanted to lecture. Ever a danger, those spike-heeled shoes.

El cabello me caía sobre los hombros desnudos como un manto protector. Tenía los pezones duros, y me pregunté si ese extraño, ese conocedor de los entresijos del mundo sexual secreto, había notado que mi entrepierna estaba húmeda.