Quotes About Temptation

We should every night call ourselves to an account; What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed? What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired? Our vices will abort of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.

Porque había chocolate, pero pedí fresa.

When God gives you a present, a power, a talent, the Devil also hands you a poisoned apple, so as not to be outdone.

Dispara, Sokolov, sobre este mundo lujoso y ridículo. y cuando en esos espejos cuarteados por tus trazos se dibujen como una sobreimpresión las nínfulas al retocarse los labios, que tu ubicuidad sea el reflejo multiplicado de los vicios de la tierra.

He looked just perfect to play Dorian Gray in a film version of Oscar Wilde's novel. Young, graceful, and indecently fresh and handsome, he could easily have worn a badge that said READY FOR DEBAUCHERY!

Prolonging death was akin to prolonging an orgasm. The closer you could bring the victim to the finish line without crossing it, the better it

Try telling a starving vampire to control himself when there's warm blood on his lips. You'd have as much luck telling a burning man not to scream.

Perspective," said Duell. "That's your problem, 'tis. I'm a vampire. I love killin', I love fuckin', and I love watching the world go by. That's what I am. Question is, what the 'ell are you?

He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil. —Thomas Fuller

Sloths. There's actually nothing to suggest sloths are evil, but seeing as they're the only animal named after a deadly sin, it's probably best to avoid them.

I'm like a moth that flew into your web of its own accord. I'm dreaming of the day you'll devour me... But you just give me sweet nectar so I won't die. Then, one day, an adorable butterfly gets caught in your web. And right in front of my eyes, you devour her with relish. When I've seen this for myself, I can finally be free...

Are you a male tired of using your right hand because of lack of sexual partners? Use the left hand.

Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?

Lamia was not sure whether she liked Leyla. She was too quiet, too knowing, her eyes were always probing, she felt, and she was clearly a bad influence on Tala, enticing her to museums and libraries when she should be shopping.

If the devil can't steal your soul, he'll just keep you busy doing meaningless church work.

Lord, steady our feet when the world tries to rock and shake our faith. When materialism beckons with coy hands, steady our feet. When lust sashays within us, steady our feet. When fear tugs at our knees, steady our faith. Show us your goodness, and steady our hearts in you. Amen.

An older charismatic woman told me, "If the devil can't steal your soul, he'll just keep you busy doing meaningless church work." There

she was tempted to give up on God because she couldn't reconcile her doctrine with her deity. She

In our culture of "seeker sensitivity" and radical inclusivity, the great temptation is to compromise the cost of discipleship in order to draw a larger crowd. With the most sincere hearts, we do not want to see anyone walk away from Jesus because of the discomfort of his cross, so we clip the claws on the Lion a little, we clean up a bit the bloody Passion we are called to follow.

A devil moon took me through the alley Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale To the mews running through the backstreets Where the Blacks sell fire and sleep The devil moon took me out of Soho Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow Sucked along by a winter shower To stand beside your shining tower

Did someone actually have to do bad things to be a bad boy, or was it all about the potential? If it was the potential that counted, then maybe it was the restraint that was so sexy, knowing that he could do something dangerous and powerful but had the restraint not to.

This morning, Tegus welcomed me again with an arm clasp and cheek touch. I wasn't startled this time, and I breathed in at his neck. How can I describe the scent of his skin? He smells something like cinnamon-- brown and dry and sweet and warm. Ancestors, is it wrong for me to imagine laying my head on his chest and closing my eyes and breathing in his smell?

Razo was sorely tempted to assert that all was true and he'd lost his horns and tail in a tragic childhood accident

He had the kind of face you wanted to kiss — lips, forehead, cheeks, eyelids, everywhere except his chin. That you wanted to bite.