Quotes About Temptation

His voice, however, was utterly velvety—if an upholstered wrecking ball could be called velvety. "I won't need to try, my dear. My touch will burn away his." She couldn't breathe. "You were always quiet in his bed," he went on, "but you won't be in mine. You will scream with pleasure—and you will do it again and again.

I won't bite, you know," he said. "I might lick, but I won't bite." "I don't want you to lick either." "I will lick only where you like, how is that?

She glanced down at the muffin, as if debating whether to drench it with even more butter. The term Maximum Tolerable Chins popped into Mrs. Watson's head—it had come up the first time they sat down at the table together, the benchmark for whether Miss Holmes ate as she wished or gave in to the lamentable necessity to curb her appetite. With visible regret Miss Holmes set down her butter knife.

Miss Holmes eyed a third slice of Madeira cake, but did not reach for it—possibly because she was approaching Maximum Tolerable Chins, the point at which she began regulating further helpings of cakes and puddings.

Charlotte exhaled—and wished that she had Bernadine's distaste for cake. Not always, of course, but for brief and intense spells that made it easier to give up extra servings in times of impending Maximum Tolerable Chins.

I miss hot cocoa with a burning passion," Charlotte sighed. "Every time I approach Maximum Tolerable Chins, I make solemn resolutions to be more moderate in my cake intake. And then a year passes and I'm at Maximum Tolerable Chins again.

Sweet things placed before her usually disappeared: Hunger wasn't necessary; cake tasted just as good accompanied by preoccupation, concern, or even boredom.

We are at a moment of temptation, ready to turn to machines for companionship even as we seem pained or inconvenienced to engage with each other in settings as simple as a grocery store. We want technology to step up as we ask people to step back.

After all, we do seem attached to sin and there are so many people busy making sin unattractive. It is good to find someone who takes the other road.

Swearing, he fisted a hand in her short hair, yanked her head back and slanted his mouth over hers. She opened for him, humming with delight and Law was cursing himself even as he gorged on her taste. Fuck, she was sweet—hot, sweet, and perfect.

I want you.Every instinct i possess urges me to mount my horse and ride from here as if all the demons in hell were after me,but i cannot.I find myself deliberately walking into the web of your spinning." -Brett Dangermond

His mouth left her lips, traveling with a trail of fire down her neck to her breast, and breathlessly Nicole whispered, "Don't, please, Christopher, don't do this to me." He stopped and stared up at her, beguiled and enchanted by the beautiful features so near him. "Stop?" he muttered thickly. "I cannot. You say you do not want me. But you lie, Nicole, you have always lied. If you did not want me, this would not happen." - Nicole & Christopher

Self-control is not a problem in the future. It's only a problem now when the chocolate is next to us.

I would suggest that what the translator has to give up is the temptation to translate history by making sense of it, that is, by using an apologetic or apocalyptic discourse. What the translator fails to do is to erase the body, to erase the murder of the original.

When tempted to sin, I often repeat to myself two truths: holiness brings happiness, and purity brings power.

Those pleasures so lightly called physical.

If I can't have too many truffles I'll do without.

Oh come on, haven't you ever known you shouldn't do something,but you couldn't help yourself?" Nataly's voice turned smooth and lulling. She smiled catlike. "The temptaion , the lure of a few moments of ecstasy is just too much to resist, and give in, even though you know you shouldn?" Yes," Clarissa said, "I have those moments, They're called 'eating chocolate.

The virtuous man contents himself with dreaming that which the wicked man does in actual life.

Tempted to put too much faith in the great male mind, remember this: It looked at cats and declared them gods. It looked at women and asked, Are they human? And, once that nut had been cracked: But do they have souls?

you mustn't believe, Kristin, that there has ever been a priest who has not had to guard himself against the Fiend at the same time as he tried to protect the lambs from the wolf.

Food is just another form of pleasure. It's a sensual experience just like sex.

Shiny first. Pastries later.

Poets, I dare you to choose, for one night, the ambrosia over the ashes.