Quotes About Temptation

She bit her lips, concentrating, wishing he'd go and sit on one of the chairs before the fireplace. Or stand at the window and watch the full moon. Anything but sit there so close she could smell the sandalwood soap he used. Night had brought a shadow of a beard to his face. He no longer looked every inch the earl, but more a coach robber, someone who would march her out to the glen and kiss her until she fell to her knees. He would show no mercy to her. Instead, he would make her beg.

I thought you were watching your weight," Gardner said from the doorway. This was directed at Wynne, who swallowed the last bite of doughnut with a guilty air as he looked at her. "I am. I'm watching it creep toward three hundred.

If we don't believe in the Devil, we won't be able to recognize him when he suddenly shows up.

The sin is in our thoughts.

Morality is a venereal disease. Its primary stage is called virtue; its secondary stage, boredom; its tertiary stage, syphilis.

The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people meaner.

Chastity always takes its toll. In some it produces pimples; in others, sex laws.

Der Teufel ist ein Optimist, wenn er meint er könnte den Menschen schlechter machen.

The works of the past appear to the scholar as pictures in a gallery - an array of discrete entities. The temptation to construe this array as an organic and continuous growth is well-nigh irresistible to those who confine their interest to the historical records of creative expression. What is ignored in this imagery are the intervening areas in which men act and react as social beings.

And you tempt me into your House of Love-- I, who have come from far Through wintry forest and homeless heath, Friend of the wind and star? Ah, I fear the warmth of the ingleside And the depths of your dear caress Will make me forget what I learned out there In the stubble and loneliness!

She is like a dark plum, he thought. She might be sweet when you bit into her, but it was just as likely she'd be bitter. He liked not knowing which side he'd taste.

So it's just a one-night stand." His head came up. Eyes as blue as the sky bored into her. "In case you haven't noticed, the sun is still up.

Precisely who are you,Captain Sharpe?" He looked into that beautiful, treacherous face and a sweep of lust rushed through him. "You want to know who I am? Well, I am the devil incarnate and you,my sweet, are about to pay the devil's due.

What are you going to do?" Her voice was breathy. "I'm going to do you." He nuzzled her neck.

Celibate? He lived and breathed sex. Considered sex the eighth wonder of the world. Suffering blue balls was for teenagers. Not grown men.

It would be easier to be smart if I didn't want to be inside you. Didn't want to feel you come." She shuddered. Sex had always been a subject they'd never discussed. One of those taboo topics they avoided. It was strange to hear him utter those words, say things she'd never envisioned him saying to her, but they lit her on fire. "If we still feel this way on Friday, maybe you will." His lips brushed her throat, raising the fine hairs there. "I can give you an orgasm and not fuck you.

I'm naked underneath." "Commando here, too." One corner of her mouth tipped up. "Something else we have in common." He moved toward her, stepped around the chair. Closing in, he he finger-traced her cleavage. She didn't flinch or cringe, which encouraged him to say, "I'll take off my shirt, so you don't feel alone when I peel down your top." "Once our tops are off?" "We work our way down." "Down...

They say that the Devil is a charming man. And just like you I bet he can dance.

Then he strode across the room and kissed her. It was a crazy, impulsive act, but the minute his lips touched hers he knew it was the right thing to do. She tasted like sex and sin and forbidden fruit, and he couldn't get enough.

Sex, Emma thought. It curdled the mind and turned one into a drooling idiot. She had firsthand knowledge.

Live dangerously. There's a lot to be said for sinning.

Christianity's relationship to the body and so to cleanliness was complicated. On the positive side, the body was intended to be a temple of God. Parts of it—the saliva of saints, for example, or the fluid that magically sprang from their breasts—could work miracles, or be worshipped, in the form of relics. At the same time, the body's potential for temptation provoked suspicion, if not hostility.

I didn't like to hurt the children anymore, so I said, 'I will serve you no longer.' Then all of a sudden he looks like a man and threatens to hurt me. When he was like a man, he had a yellow bird he kept with him, and he told me he had more pretty things that he would give me if I would serve him.

Girls are for dessert.