Quotes About Temptation

If a man is not rising upwards to be an angel, depend upon it, he is sinking downwards to be a devil.

Her lips were red, her looks were free,Her locks were yellow as gold:Her skin was white as leprosy,The nightmare Life-in-Death was she,Who thicks man's blood with cold.

He saw a lawyer killing a viper On a dunghill hard, by his own stable And the devil smiled, for it put him in mind Of Cain and his brother, Abel.

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

Satan seeks to build upon past failures, disappointments and weaknesses.

And the longer she holds out, the more you want it, and the more you want it, the blinder you get. There is a direct correlation, you know, between a stiff dick and blind stupidity.

My other treasure was my virginity, and I'd thought of selling it too, years back, to the steward's hunchback son. I had refrained, holding out -I told myself- for a higher bidder. Now I fancied myself ruler of an impregnable realm.

Surrender? Oh, Lord! First need. Now surrender. She swatted his hand away, but not before his knuckles grazed a nipple and ignited a wildfire of sensual

Go on," he said when his blood

tempting tush was

Forget love - I'd rather fall in chocolate!

First I think he going to kiss me, and I brace myself to bite. But he brush his cheek past mine, until I feel his heaten breath against my tender throat. I go weak in my blood, unwanten sorrows how is good. Run through myself in scary trembling, and when his lips rest to my neck, I take my breath in startle love.

when you are tired your lower nature always takes over.

En waarom zou je geen appel van de boom mogen plukken en opeten om het simpele plezier van de smaak en niet omdat je van plan bent de beste appeltaart te bakken die iemand ooit heeft gemaakt?

Si el demonio supiera amar, dejaría de ser malvado

Sweet mother, I cannot ply the loom, vanquished by desire for a youth through the work of soft Aphrodite.

What farm girl dolled up in a farm dress captivates your wits not knowing how to pull her rags down to her ankles?

Eros loosener of limbs once again trembles me, a sweetbitter beast irrepressibly creeping in

There's a demon named Kali; he loves slaughterhouses and gold. He likes to gamble and he likes to fuck things up.

Because we'd all been handed heaven on a silver platter, and instead we'd kicked it away and asked for hell.

Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.

I know I have to stop. We all have to stop. Funny how knowing something's a bad idea doesn't make a difference.

I wonder when, and how, she decided that what she has with him trumped the thrill of being with someone new.

Scarlet and I hadn't . . . done things . . . in a long, long time." A blotch of red crept up Jack's neck. "So when she said that—it was for the camera. For her audience. There's no way it was true. Or, well, there's no way it was mine.