Quotes About Temptation

Money's a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to meet.

Money is a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to meet

Oh, it was a trap — not designed but deep — to my imagination, to my delicacy, perhaps to my vanity; to whatever in me was most excitable.

When once the gate is opened to self-torture, the whole army of fiends files in.

And to ply them with that evil still, to keep up the work of demons, is what brings the others back.

Supreme beauty suddenly revealed is apt to strike us as a possible illusion playing with our desire—instant freedom with it to strike us as a possible rashness. This fortunately

He saw the Jungle of his life and saw the lurking Beast; then, while he looked, perceived it, as by a stir of the air, rise, huge and hideous, for the leap that was to settle him. His eyes darkened—it was close; and, instinctively turning, in his hallucination, to avoid it, he flung himself, on his face, on the tomb.

he had never been alone with a jeune fille. It was a great moment; poor Rosier began to pat his forehead again. There was another room beyond the one in which they stood—a small room that had been thrown open and lighted, but that, the company not being numerous, had remained empty all the evening. It was empty yet; it was upholstered in pale yellow; there were several lamps; through the open door it looked the very temple of authorised love.

As the boy looked at it, my thing moved and he whispered It is splendid! Do let me try its love-making ... And I was too polite to disobey.

Paris is like a whore. From a distance she seems ravishing, you can't wait until you have her in your arms. And five minutes later you feel empty, disgusted with yourself. You feel tricked.

You start with the sublime and end up in an alley jerking away for dear life.

There are people who cannot resist the desire to get into a cage with wild beasts and be mangled.

To walk in money through the night crowd, protected by money, lulled by money, dulled by money, the crowd itself a money, the breath money, no least single object anywhere that is not money, money, money everywhere and still not enough, and then no money, or a little money or less money or more money, but money, always money, and if you have money or don't have money it is the money that counts and money makes money, but what makes money make money?

Åžeytan'? iyi tan?yorsam, Ä°çgüdülerine güvenme, sezgilerinden uzak dur, der o. Bizim insan kalmam?z? ister - hem de insandan fazla insan. DüÅŸüÅŸe geçmiÅŸsen bunu sürdürmen için itici gücünü kullan?r. Uçurumdan aÅŸa?? itmez seni - yaln?zca kenar?na dek getirir. Ve orada art?k onun elindesindir, ne yapaca?? insaf?na kalm?? demektir.

Why do lovely faces haunt us so? Do extraordinary flowers have evil roots?

At the end of the day, I always had a list of five or six who were worth trying out. The game was to keep them on the string, to promise them a job, but to get a free fuck first. Usually, it was only necessary to throw a feed in them to them in order to bring them back to the office at night...

Moralistlerin tutkusu olan, varl???n "iÄŸrenç" davran??lar?n? ortadan kald?rma çabas? yaln?zca saçma deÄŸil, ayn? zamanda boÅŸunad?r da. Bir insan, çirkin, "günah" düÅŸünce ve isteklerini, içgüdü ve itkilerini bast?rmay? baÅŸarabilir, ama bunun sonuçlar? y?k?ma yol açabilir. ErmiÅŸ olmakla katil olmak aras?ndaki s?n?r, k?l kadar incedir.

In youth, and long after, I was the victim of impulsive urges that were wholly beyond control.

I know too how easily desire may be converted to deed. Even when I close my eyes I must be careful how I dream and of what, for now only the thinnest veil separates dream from reality.

Paris is like a whore.

bright neckties on the Boulevard Montparnasse, dark bathrooms, Porto Sec, Abdullah cigarettes, the adagio sonata Pathétique, aural amplificators, anecdotal seances, burnt sienna breasts, heavy garters, what time is it, golden pheasants stuffed with chestnuts, taffeta fingers, vaporish twilights turning to ilex, acromegaly, cancer and delirium, warm veils, poker chips, carpets of blood and soft thighs.

The odalisques he has studded with malachite and jasper, their flesh veiled with a thousand eyes, perfumed eyes dipped in the sperm of whales.

At any rate, I had not yet come to the end of my rope. I was only flirting with disaster.

One by one I've fucked myself out of all these free meals which I had planned so carefully.