Quotes About Temptation

we should not be surprised that deep work struggles to compete against the shiny thrum of tweets, likes, tagged photos, walls, posts, and all the other behaviors that we're now taught are necessary for no other reason than that they exist.

The idle mind is the devil's workshop

fighting desires—over time these distractions drained their finite pool of willpower until they could no longer resist. The same will happen to you, regardless of your intentions—unless, that is, you're smart about your habits.

Your will, in other words, is not a manifestation of your character that you can deploy without limit; it's instead like a muscle that tires. This is why the subjects in the Hofmann and Baumeister study had such a hard time fighting desires—over time these distractions drained their finite pool of willpower until they could no longer resist. The same will happen to you, regardless of your intentions—unless, that is, you're smart about your habits.

The subjects succeeded in resisting these particularly addictive distractions only around half the time.

People fight desires all day long.

Nothing is easier than spending the public money. It does not appear to belong to anybody. The temptation is overwhelming to bestow it on somebody.

Nothing is easier than the expenditure of public money. It doesn't appear to belong to anyone. The temptation is overwhelming to bestow it on somebody.

The signs of older times could still be seen on the facades of sealed buildings: Gap, Starbucks, Abercrombie & Fitch - merchants that had sold things people didn't necessarily need but always wanted.

Cientos y cientos de bachilleres caen en el íntimo, en el sublime y delicadísimo vicio solitario. Y algunas docenas de muchachas esperan -¿qué esperan, Dios mío?, ¿por qué las tienen tan engañadas? – con la mente llena de dorados sueños…

Yo, señor, no soy malo, aunque no me faltarían motivos para serlo.

4/16/85: If I were thin, I'd never say "I am powerless over fudge." a) I can't believe I actually ever said that. b) Which, of course, isn't to say that I do have any power over fudge. Particularly if it has nuts.

Mariko had given her notorious sweet tooth full rein. Lex stared at the table of food and could already feel the sugar eating cavities into her enamel. Banana nut bread, sesame-crusted Chinese doughnuts, almond cookies, fruit cocktail and almond custard, steamed egg cake, even honey walnut prawns. On the non-Asian side was rum cake, blueberry pecan muffins, strawberry almond rolls, and croissants.

Jax Cassidy's ART OF SENSUALITY is searing, erotic and sexy!

Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism.

Let man but accumulate sufficient engines of destruction and the devil within him will soon be unable to resist putting them to their fated use. It is well known that firearms go off of themselves if only enough of them are together.

Well, you know what they say about traps."       "Be sure the reward is worth the risk?"       "Aye.

The proctor buys a pupil ices And hopes the boy will not resist, When he attempts to practice vices Few people even know exist.

The temptation is strong to remain in the Zone of Excellence; it's where your own addiction to comfort wants you to stay.

While the moral force of Judeo-Christian tradition and the law have sought to purify the penis, and to restrict its seed to the sanctified institution of matrimony, the penis is not by nature a monogamous organ. It knows no moral code. It was designed by nature for waste, it craves variety, and nothing less than castration will eliminate the allure of prostitution, fornication adultery, or pornography.

While the quest for adventure that had long plagued him now tempted him to remove his clothes, an even more persuasive force within him prevented him from doing so, mainly because he feared revealing for the first time in front of so many people that unpredictable organ he assumed was everyman's burden- although, as he was apparent from the number of flaccid phalli he saw around him, no man seemed burdened tonight except himself.

Whatever influence Bullaro's normally cautious character might have exerted over the passions of his penis were now nonexistent, and he unhesitatingly followed her and quickly undressed.

And then she fell into his arms. It was what he'd dreamed of on sleepless nights, holding her, feeling the press of her breasts to his chest, the flare of her hips in his hands. He forgot all about where they were, why they were alone together. He forgot the risk of his dishonor and her ruin. There was still a corrupt beast inside him, waiting for this chance. All that mattered was that they were alone, and she was with him, and he wished he never had to let her go.

I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.