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Quotes About Temptation

He could not do it. It was as simple as that. He had known it there at the castle as he held her in his arms, his head bent back against the stone pillar, his body aching and aching for her. He could not do it. She had done nothing to deserve him and the kind of destruction he could bring into her life.
~ Mary Balogh
The heavens are about to open. I think you must prepare for a wicked night of sin with me, Mrs. Ingram. We seem to have a habit of getting ourselves into such situations during rain storms, do we not?
~ Mary Balogh
If I were to touch you, I might find it impossible not at least to try to ravish you. It is a dreadful fate to be a notorious rake, Diana. We have so little self-control when confronted with beautiful ladies inside secluded buildings in the dead of night and in the middle of a storm.
~ Mary Balogh
He should have stayed away. The memories were going to be very sweet, it was true. They were also going to be unbearable.
~ Mary Balogh
Don't be coy, Suzanne, he said, advancing into the room and moving to her back to reverse the process with the buttons that the maid had begun. Today I need you.
~ Mary Balogh
To leave the apple unpicked—that was sin.
~ Mary Doria Russell
I was tempted to run down to the kitchen, but the memory of Dad's words stopped me. "Fearful, nervous, insecure"--wasn't that what he'd told Aunt Blythe? She'd already seen me behave like a baby once today. I didn't want to give a repeat performance.
~ Mary Downing Hahn
I was tempted to tell my father the truth, but perhaps it was better to let him go on believing Vincent was depraved, a pervert of some kind, a child abuser. If Dad believed he'd invited a creature from myth and legend to cross his threshold, he'd have to rethink his entire concept of reality. I wasn't sure he was ready for that.
~ Mary Downing Hahn
I was tempted to tell my father the truth, but perhaps it was better to let him go on believing that Vincent was depraved, a pervert of some kind, a child abuser. If Dad believed he'd invited a creature from myth and legend to cross his threshold, he'd have to rethink his entire concept of reality. I wasn't sure he was ready for that.
~ Mary Downing Hahn
He longed for a dim-eyed little slut with a big, bright mouth and black vinyl underwear.
~ Mary Gaitskill
He was enjoying himself now. He was beginning to see her as a locked garden that he could sneak into and sit in for days, tearing the heads off the flowers.
~ Mary Gaitskill
Every subsequent moral crisis of my life, moreover, has had precisely the pattern of this struggle over the first Communion, I have battled, usually without avail, against a temptation to do something which only I knew was bad, being swept on by a need to preserve outward appearances and to live up to other people's expectations of me.
~ Mary McCarthy
When men sell their souls, where do the souls go?
~ Mary Oliver
The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.
~ Mary Shelley
What is there in our nature that is for ever urging us on towards pain and misery?
~ Mary Shelley
None but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science.
~ Mary Shelley
pero yo no era dueño, sino esclavo, de unas pasiones que me horrorizaban y a la vez no podía resistir.
~ Mary Shelley
I could have torn him limb from limb, as the lion rends the antelope. But my heart sank within me as with bitter sickness, and I refrained. I
~ Mary Shelley
Unhappy man! Do you share my madness? Have you drunk also of the intoxicating draught? Hear me; let me reveal my tale, and you will dash the cup from your lips!
~ Mary Shelley
as she bestowed her heavy censure alike on his virtues as his errors, on his devoted friendship and his ill-bestowed loves, on his disinterestedness and his prodigality, on his pre-possessing grace of manner, and the facility with which he yielded to temptation, her double shot proved too heavy, and fell short of the mark. Nor
~ Mary Shelley
Well, what was luck for if it was never to be tempted?
~ Mary Stewart
I found that I was reaching, automatically, for another cigarette; my eyes and throat felt hot and aching, and my brain stupid. I let it slip back into the packet. I had smoked too much that evening already.
~ Mary Stewart
Literature and fiction are full of femmes fatales, but there is also an homme fatal, an altogether rarer bird, and pity help the lonely and impressionable female who comes within range of him.
~ Mary Stewart
But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley