Quotes About Temptation

Girls liking bad boys is the cookie jar complex. When somebody tells you you can't have a cookie, you want a cookie. But I live in a bad-boy world, artistically. All the jazz boys are bad boys.

To be among people who are smothered in furs when one hasn't any oneself makes one want to break most of the Commandments.

Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

I know that the fantastic amount of profit that people want to make on anything is damaging. And that none of us seem able to resist it.

A couple of times, I could have turned a trick. But I didn't want to start. I knew how it would play. When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost.

When you're a kid and you see gangsters living the life, you kind of want to be like that.

I'm great as bait! All the vampires want to eat me!

I think we're all hooked, I feel my own hook-ness on immediate gratification you know. I want what I want.

If there's something in the kitchen I like, it must be eaten. I try not to leave any snacks I wouldn't want to eat on a daily basis in the cupboard.

Probably my biggest challenge is not eating all the food that I want to eat sometimes.

He laughs, sucking his lip ring into his mouth. "I promise I'll go easy on you." A naughty feeling dances inside me. "What if I don't want you to go easy on me?

They send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge, but all you want to do is learn how to score.

I have one head that wants to be good, And one that wants to be bad. And always, as soon as I get up, One of my heads is sad.

Want me to spend the night? Hey lover boy, you know I will, and my best girlfriend lives down the road, together we will thrill you.

Sometimes it takes all my resolution and power of self-control to refrain from butting my head against the wall. I want to howl and foam at the mouth but I daren't.

More like a chocolate molten lava cake. A dessert so sinful, so luscious, so filled with inner heat it made a girl want to lick each and every crumb right off the plate. That was Jack Pallas.

A demon was asking me what I wanted. My eyes flicked to Al, and he shrugged. "What do you want?" he said softly.

Oh, Daisy, it's revolting the way I want to fawn all over him. I'm afraid I'm going to do something dreadfully silly today. Burst into song or something. For God's sake, don't let me.

Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.

If you know a little bit the psychology of human beings, you have to understand that if you say something you should not do, then everybody wants to do it.

If the sins of the flesh ever got old I didn't ever want enough years on me to know it.

You can't go to an LSD or pot party unless you take it yourself. If I want to go, I must take drugs myself.

If someone wants to give you, like, $100 million, it's hard to say no. But I don't want to accept that kind of money right now. I'd feel burdened by it.