Quotes About Temptation

Young Goodman Brown came forth, at sunset, into the street of Salem village, but put his head back, after crossing the threshold, to exchange a parting kiss with his young wife. And when he had lived long, and was borne to his grave, a hoary corpse, followed by Faith, an aged woman, and children and grand-children, a goodly procession, besides neighbors, not a few, they carved no hopeful verse upon his tomb-stone; for his dying hour was gloom.

Why dost thou smile so at me?" inquired Hester, troubled at the expression of his eyes. "Art thou like the Black Man that haunts the forest round about us? Hast thou enticed me into a bond that will prove the ruin of my soul?" "Not thy soul," he answered, with another smile. "No, not thine!

The road grew wilder and drearier and more faintly traced, and vanished at length, leaving him in the heart of the dark wilderness, still rushing onward with the instinct that guides mortal man to evil.

take just one peep!

Walk around Tokyo and all you see are people trying to sell you something. Tell them okay and before you know you have bought something. Make the mistake of telling your address and now you're on a mailing list. Some old guy pats you on the shoulder and before you know what hit you you're in a hotel room. Stalkers' victims, the ones they kill, are always women.

Thorn's reply to this involved a physically impossible sexual activity in conjunction with the edible but prickly fruit of a bromeliad.

Beautiful is dangerous.

This is not going to be easy. I'm good at being bad, but I'm bad at being good. I don't know the first thing about good deeds.

Close enough to feel it, but not close enough to burn.

Did you ever get the feeling that everything was too perfect? Like the moment was so good that something had to be wrong? Kind of like the way a fish sees that bright, shiny lure just before it chomps down and gets hauled out of water to become someone's lunch.

I almost told her everything right then. I wanted to tell her about the Wolves, and how I was supposed to hate them, but when you spend your days with evil, some of it is bound to soak into your clothes, like cigar smoke in a closed room.

You know, he said, his voice making me feel cold in spite of the heat, this city can get ahold of you and pull you back no matter how hard you try to climb out. Like a grave.

Live by your impulses, and you'll be just like them. You're better than that, aren't you, Red?

You can't imagine what it's like to be torn between darkness and light- to be a traitor no matter what move you make. If my grandmother and Marissa died tonight, it would be because I had stayed in the darkness too long, flirting with the idea of being Cedric's consigliere. If that happened, I could never live with myself- but if Cedric gave me the bite as he planned, I would be forced to live with it forever. That was the worst hell I could imagine.

As we walk, I collect business cards for escort services from sleazy guys handing them out to anyone who will take them. Not that I intend to call the numbers on the cards, but it's something to collect.

B)ut when you spend your days with evil, some of it is bound to soak into your clothes, like cigar smoke in a closed room.

Czy ludzie mogli zrobi? co? takiego? Czy mogliby?my walczy? ze sob? o te ratuj?ce ?ycie maszyny, zamieniaj?c je w sterty bezu?ytecznego metalu? Czy mogliby?my tak mocno pragn?? wody, ?e byliby?my gotowi zniszczy? urz?dzenia zdolne j? dla nas wytworzy? - tylko po to, ?eby otrzyma? pierwszy ?yk?

But the feeling is there, like a wind at your back on the edge of a cliff, gently urging you. What if... What if...

Well, she could learn self-control tomorrow. Today she wanted pizza.

Hayden passes his hand back and forth over the flame. He doesn't move slowly enough to burn himself, but he does move slowly enough to feel the heat. Hayden notices Connor watching him. "It's funny how a flame can only burn your hand if you move too slow," Hayden says. "You can tease it all you want and it never gets you, if you're quick enough." "Are you a pyro?" Connor asks. "You're confusing boredom with obsession.

A month ago, Rowan would have denied that he could ever become such a monster, but now he wasn't so sure. The pressure to surrender was greater every day. He had to hope that if Volta had never truly surrendered to the darkness, then maybe he might stand a chance as well.

It's the devil who pulls the strings that make us dance

Each day we take another step to hell, Descending through the stench, unhorrified

Fruit free of any bruises, not yet broken open, / With flesh so firm and smooth, it cried out to be eaten!