Quotes About Temptation

If I had a dick, I would fuck this peanut butter

too much, because it feels so good

The world will always want a drink.

Yet most of the time that I'm awake, I want to cut. Not small words either. Equivocate. Inarticulate. Duplicitous. At my hospital back in Illinois they would not approve of this craving.

It felt almost enjoyable, like gnawing on a cuticle: You know you should stop, that it doesnt really feel as good as you think, but you cant quit grinding it away.

I am doing my thing, my impulse thing: What if I leap from the theater balcony right now? What if I tongue the homeless man across from me on the subway? What if I sit down on the floor of this party by myself and eat everything on that deli tray, including the cigarettes?

I'd been good about booze for six months, but nothing counted here.

Carl just needed to hear the clink of glasses, the glug of a drink being poured. I picked up the phone, shaking a tumbler of ice near the receiver so Carl could imagine his gin.

People have to do awful things for the money.

We could have been day players in an amateur porn flick.

gnawing on a cuticle: You know you should stop, that it doesn't really feel as good as you think, but you can't quit grinding away.

Y en aquel momento quise besarla, tal como la había besado la primera vez: entrechocando los dientes, su cara ladeada frente a la mía, haciéndome cosquillas en los brazos con el pelo, un beso húmedo y con lengua mientras yo no pensaba en nada más que en el beso, porque habría sido peligroso pensar en cualquier cosa al margen de lo agradable que resultaba.

Since little-girlhood, we're trained to find the Big Bad Wolf seductive.

If the butterfly wings its way to the sweet light that attracts it, it's only becasue it doesn't know that the fire can consume it.

We all want to grasp the stars. Nieroda came closer than most. But like the rest of us, she overreached and drew back fingers webbed with damnation.

If you want to head for hell by way of smoking weed or opium, or by drinking, or by being dim enough to call a giant names to his face, go head. Enjoy the slide. I won't get in your way. Nope. I won't hand you a bucket of grease, either. You've got to do it on your own.

They think giving us sugar is like sprinkling water on the Gremlins.

We are tempted to abandon prayer as a viable exercise and to try getting the results ourselves.

Don't underestimate the significance of this principle. Today in our media-fashioned world many good and talented leaders face the constant temptation to begin believing the text of their own publicity releases. And if they do, a messianic fantasy gradually infects their personalities and leadership styles. Forgetting who they are not, they begin to make dangerous assumptions about who they are.

I suspect that one of the reasons we create fiction is to make sex exciting.

To want power is corruption already.

Each affair began as though the creation of the world was to be reenacted, and each usually ended in less time than it took the Old Testament Creator to put up the sky. (62)

Gewalt! Gewalt! wer kann der Gewalt nicht trotzen? Was Gewalt heisst, ist nichts: Verführung ist die wahre Gewalt.

It was like having a box of chocolates shut in the bedroom drawer. Until the box was empty it occupied the mind too much.