Quotes About Temptation

Yes, the blood thirst rose, but I knew well how to control it. I filled my nostrols with the smell of his youthful flesh.

Yes, the blood thirst rose, but I knew well how to control it. I filled my nostrils with the smell of his youthful flesh.

I knew that I could do anything I wanted with him. There was no force between Heaven and Hell that could stop me. And I did not need a Satan to tell me that I could bring him over to me and educate his within the Blood.

Well, think about it, Lestat, I'm young, I'm stupid. And I'm pretty. Look at the cameo. I'm pretty. Give me a chance.

Ma negli indemoniati ci credeva >>. « Quella è un'idea molto più accettabile» rispose immediatamente il vampiro. «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 wish I could say no. On this night of all nights, I wish I could say no.

I am think about your request in writing. You see you will get something from me. I find myself yielding to it, almost as one of our human victims yields to us, discovering perhaps as the rain continues to fall outside, as the café continues with its noisy chatter, to think that this might not be the agony I presumed-reading back over the two thousand years-but almost a pleasure, like the act of drinking blood itself.

De ce te face asta la fel de rau ca oricare vampir? Nu exista gradatii ale raului? E raul cumva o prapastie periculoasa in care cadem dupa primul pacat, prabusindu-ne in adancuri?

The intimacy with evil is something which I must bear.

I see these mortals in a more attentive light. They are so fresh, so exotic and yet so luscious to me, these mortals; they look like tropical birds must have looked when I was a child; so full of fluttering, rebellious life, I want to clutch them to have it, to make their wings flap in my hands, to capture flight and own it and partake of it.

No bastaba eso para seducirla sin contemplaciones, para forzarla a aceptar la sangre vampírica y luego decir: 'No, tesoro, no te he arrebatado la vida, si no que te ofrezco una eternidad conmigo'?

I had sparked something in him. I could see it in his black eyes. He was drawn to me, drawn to my world, but he couldn't admit it.

Did you see her as she took Lestat for her lover? Did you see her as sought to frighten mortals with her petty displays of power?

Heaping every luxury upon him, I only sickened him with mortal sweets so that finally he turned from the riches I offered, becoming a vagabond.

Love her sins, follow the path with her, make her evil your evil and you will do no evil.

Mad, roaming the streets in rags, he shut out the world almost to the point of death, and I, weak, muddled, tormented by his beauty and lusting for the living man and not the vampire he might become, only brought him over to us through the working of the Dark Trick because he would have died otherwise.

His sweet delectable human scent was strong and suddenly I saw him divorced from all I knew him. I saw him as prey.

Yes, go out. Talk to her. This is the closest you'll get to that moment; this is your chance. And how delicious to be so physically drawn to her, so laid bare by her presence. It was as if an invisible hand was unzipping his pants.

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

Do dogs smell fear? Vampires smell it. Vampires count on it. Vampires find it savory. Vampires can't resist it.

Chloe took a sip of her coffee. Strong as faith, sweet as love, black as sin.

He needed to keep as far away from her as possible, or they'd end up back in bed together or she'd kill him. And he wasn't sure which he preferred.

He barely hesitated. Then shall I ruin you, dragon? Yes please, she said. And she let the brown dress drop on the floor between them, closing her eyes once more.

He was accustomed to women wanting him. What shocked him was the simple fact that he wanted her. Not hot, energetic sex. Not a blow job from a novice. He wanted her with a perplexing intensity he hadn't felt in years. He was the King of Death, and she was his consort. And no amount of common sense could distract him.