Quotes About Temptation

Did two good people do something they knew was wrong because there was some kind of magical chemistry involved? Or was it plain old human fallibility, weakness in the face of temptation?

Adrienne snatched an hors d'oeuvre from a passing tray. She had eaten a sausage grinder for family meal but this food was too gorgeous to pass up. She stopped at the buffet table and dipped a crab claw in a lemony mayonnaise. Her champagne was icee cold; it was crisp, like an apple. Across the tent, she saw Darla Parrish and her sister Eleanor standing in front of a table where a man was slicing gravlax.

He was too busy attacking the buffet table- tenderloin, crab claws, gravlax, mushrooms, cherrystones on the half shell. He held one out to Adrienne. "Eat this," he said. "No, thanks." "Come on." "I'm not hungry." "Not hungry?" he said. He piled his plate with Chinese spare ribs. "This food is incredible.

William Carlos Williams? "This Is Just to Say"—yes, Dabney had always loved that poem. In the years of Agnes's growing up, a copy of the poem had been taped to the refrigerator door. It was an apology poem—forgive me, they were delicious, so sweet and so cold. Box was holding out the plum and a bottle of chilled Perrier with a silly grin on his face. Celerie

This is the Penfolds Bin Eight Cab. It has notes of imitation crabmeat, hot asphalt, and a one-night stand.

She looked like green rhubarb juice, and he had the expression of 'Damn!' all over him.

Honeyed words like bees,Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.

Why can't we fall in love--true and deep--without it being some huge threat to the working order of things? In another life Will and I might rip each others' clothes off with our teeth and make a whole new world out of entirely different problems. But this is not that life, and I get that.

She was wearing a beautiful dress with straps designed to be eaten off her shoulders.

She said little in answer to the strenuous Pressures with which at last he ventur'd to enfold her, but not thinking it Decent, for the Character she had assum'd, to yield so suddenly, and unable to deny both his and her own Inclinations, she counterfeited a fainting, and fell motionless upon his Breast.

So what do you think, Miss Bennet? Will you come to Pemberley?" He Spoke quietly over her shoulder; she hadn't realized he was so close. Feeling a mischievous impulse, likely from her nervousness at his proximity, she said the first thing that came to her mind. "It is tolerable, I suppose, but not hadsome enough to tempt me." Mr. Darcy's face went from shocked and angry, to hurt and confused, and finally to understanding as her words sunk in.

I should have known you were no better than the rest of them. You are only a man, you do not have the ability to control yourself, but she," Lady Catherine nodded sagely, "she knew exactly what she was doing. Fluffing her feathers and shaking her tail for you! It was disgraceful!

If Fourierism could be realised (which it surely cannot) out of a dream, the destinies of our race would shrivel up under the unnatural heat, and human nature would, in my mind, be desecrated and dishonored — because I do not believe in purification without suffering, in progress without struggle, in virtue without temptation. Least of all do I consider happiness the end of man's life. We look to higher things, have nobler ambitions.

The salt and blood of him filled her mouth, and now her flaws were tingling, itching too. She leaned in, purring, and he backed up a step.

The Devil's lips hovered over Kit's, satin as rose petals, the warm brush of breath on Kit's skin and the warmth of a presence clos enough to stir the fine hairs on his cheeks.

Briefly, she thought of murder. Her hands itched for the wash of blood. But this was the blood she wanted.

Rien took her and, reminding herself that falling for strangers simply because they looked like Perceval was stupid. Although Perceval would never want her, and wouldn't holding on be stupider, still?

The boy is a whore. For slightly less than the price of a good meal-food which the wolf has no use for-that wolf could hire his mouth, his hands…other things.

Right now, with the taste of Muire's life hot on his lips, filling him with a restless passion, the temptation is unbearable.

He steps forward, tossing his forelock about the root of his horn, and his beauty does not strangle me.

Elspeth thought he was watching her, and she made her expression intent and ungiving, resisting the urge to toy with her crucifix.

His breath smelled faintly of blood, as from a bitten cheek. His handshake was quite firm, masculine, but not so the delicate squeeze before he disengaged. Meant to be shocking-or alluring-but Sebastien was too old to be shocked and he had already been allured. After a fashion.

It was too early for Scotch, unfortunately, because the dusty crystal decanter on the sideboard had never looked so good. Resolutely, Riel turned her back on it.

Sebastien was already leaning in, drawn by the enticing heat of blood, when he recollected himself and jerked back.