Quotes About Temptation

You're right about something else," he said, his voice ragged. "I'm scared to death of you. Because I want you, when common sense and a lifetime of experience tells me I should kill you. I want you, and if I give up then you'll own me, and I'll have nothing left to fight with.

She felt hot, strong, alive against him, and he found he had this crazy urge to move his mouth down to the side of her neck, to press it against her, to taste her skin. He wanted to feel her breasts, wanted to pull her T-shirt up and feel her hot skin against his. Damn, he wanted her.

He slid his hands under her butt and she could feel him pressing against her, hot and hard and sleek. And then he thrust inside, deep, fast, burying himself inside her, breaking past whatever trace of innocence she still had remaining.

He'd reached the door, then stopped for a moment, looking back at Elinor, staring at her. Master Francis... Mrs. Clarke said in a warning tone. I just wanted to take a last glance at her exquisite feet before you covered them up again. It might be a while before I see them again. It will be never, Elinor said, crossing her arms over her chest. Don't count on it, my pet. Whatever scurrilous lies Mrs. Clarke spreads about my so-called goodness, she'll have to admit that I always get what I want.

At least it was dark. His eyes drifted down over her body, the ripe curves in the moonlight, and a dreamy expression crossed his face, just before he leaned forward and put his mouth against the side of her neck, tasting her hammering pulse.

He was trying to rape me. Again that long, assessing, intimate look. I can sympathize with the temptation, he said, half to himself.

She was playing with fire. He could talk a nun into an orgy.

He'd done his best to ignore the angry, veiled invitation in the little virgin's eyes, the one she didn't even know she'd issued. But now she'd delivered herself to him, he could hardly resist, now, could he?

One shouldn't lust after an innocent.

He was sitting on her thighs, and his silk breeches were cool against her bare skin. His hands slid up her body, her buttocks, up the line of her back, and she arched in pleasure, like a cat, unable to help herself. You like that, do you? he murmured. I thought you might. You're a sensual creature, dear heart, no matter how you try to fight it. You were made for this.

He pushed away from the door, catching a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. He looked like the devil, he thought with a trace of wry amusement. And dear, sweet, murderous Emma was a Botticelli angel, ripe for debauching.

She wanted more, and yet his kiss was like poison to her. It could lead to things, to feelings that could destroy her utterly.

her, climbing out of the bath.

There was only one problem with all this. Seducing well-born virgins was universally frowned upon by society. It was just lucky he didn't give a tinker's damn about society. Because he meant to have her, and he was getting tired of waiting. Last night he'd had a taste, and that taste lingered in his senses, driving him mad. He would have her, and soon. The question was, would he ever be ready to let her go?

Beware against the sweet person, for sugar has no nutrition.'

In my country they have proverb: 'Beware against the sweet person, for sugar has no nutrition.' " This was intriguing. Kate said, "Well, in my country they say that you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

There's my downfall, son. I mean with anyone, any one of these lady friends, I just can't resist a person I make happy.

There is always an enormous temptation to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for itsy-bitsy years on end.

The best thing is the combined effect of nicotine with alcohol, greater than the sum of the two parts.

She was so beautiful I had to move away.

I wanted another drink; I wanted another bottle; I wanted to drain the river Lethe till I was ready to be born again.

Ben & Jerry's avoided temptation for years. If they didn't have a super-cool flavor or a great promotional idea, they did nothing. Yes to free ice cream once a year at every scoop shop, but no to 5 percent off any pint this week at your local store.

Contenerse es casi como robar.» Neil Young

Average feels safe, but it's not. It's invisible. It's the last choice—the path of least resistance. The temptation to be average is just another kind of quitting…the kind to be avoided. You deserve better than average.