Quotes About Temptation

I am the vampire at my own veins.

the Devil's hand directs our every move the things we loathed become the things we love; day by day we drop through stinking shades quite undeterred on our descent to Hell.

Only when we drink poison are we well.

Each day we're one step further into Hell, Content to move across the stinking pit.

There lay but the sweetness that charms, and the joy that destroys.

Ah! ¡no haber parido todo un nudo de víboras, Antes que amamantar esta irrisión! ¡Maldita sea la noche de placeres efímeros En que mi vientre concibió mi expiación!

Charles Baudelaire

The man allured by a passing face, For ever bears the chastisement Of having wished to change his place.

To creep softly, like a coward, toward the treasures of your body, to whip your joyous flesh?

Aquel que nunca se despertó en un lecho anónimo, al lado de un rostro que ya no volverá a ver; y no salió de un burdel al alba, con ganas de tirarse a un río por asco físico de la existencia, se ha perdido algo.

A mo?e bÄ™dziesz grzaÅ'a swe ciaÅ'o liliowe Przy ksi??yca promieniach; zaÅ› gdy gÅ'ód zÅ'owrogi Zajrzy - czy z pustÄ… kiesÄ… na gwia?dziste drogi Zbiera? zÅ'oto pod??ysz w sfery lazurowe? Ranimeras-tu donc tes épaules marbrées Aux nocturnes rayons qui percent les volets? Sentant ta bourse à sec autant que ton palais Récolteras-tu l'or des voûtes azurées?

elemento, que es como la envoltura entretenida, estimulante, atractiva, del dulce divino, el primer elemento sería indigerible, inapreciable, inapropiado y no apto para la naturaleza humana.

Widzialny wÅ'adca widzialnej natury (Mam na myÅ›li czÅ'owieka) zapragnÄ…Å' oto stworzy? sobie Raj za pomocÄ… Å›rodków farmaceutycznych i napojów poddawanych fermentacji, podobny w tym maniakowi, który zastÄ…piÅ' solidne meble i prawdziwe ogrody dekoracjÄ… wymalowanÄ… na pÅ'ótnie i rozpiÄ™tÄ… na blejtramach.

Qui donc devant l'amour ose parler d'enfer?

Mes chers frères, n'oubliez jamais, quand vous entendrez vanter le progrès des lumières, que la plus belle des ruses du Diable est de vous persuader qu'il n'existe pas !

she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty

I think I need a drink.' 'Almost everybody does only they don't know it.

What? You'd dare drink right after getting out of jail for intoxication?" That's when you need a drink the most.

A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.

She was perfect, pure maddening sex, and she knew it, and she played on it, dripped it, and allowed you to suffer for it.

escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she'll embrace you then when she's satisfied she'll kill you still in her embrace and suck the blood from you.

When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.

A man could lose his identity fucking around too much.

Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!