Quotes About Temptation

I need to kiss you. I know. I feel it too. Scecsemo, what is it? If you kiss me, there isn't any going back.

She lifted her head when he set her feet on the stone floor, a small smile curving her soft mouth. Mysterious. Sexy. His little innocent was seducing him, and doing a damn good job of it.

Mikhail watched as she snapped off her light, lay on the bed. He felt the stirring in his mind, the searching. Are you awake? Her question was tentative. At first he refused to answer, not liking that he needed this so much. He couldn't afford to be out of control; he didn't dare. Nothing, no one, could have such power over him. Certainly not some slip of an American, a small woman with more strength than good sense.

Gregory's words remain a sharp and timely rebuke to the continuing temptation to practice theology as though we could separate the exercise of our mind from the development of our character.

And the next evening, when she returns from her life in the daylight, he confesses: I did a lot of thinking today. I can't really be around you...because when I am...all I can think about is how badly I want to kiss you— Unable to conquer his passions, he does kiss her, fiercely, until, bloodlust upon him, he pulls back and reveals his true face: He is her enemy. He is a vampire.

Still, Buffy wavers in her duty as the Slayer: He's never done anything to hurt me. And she and Willow talk about him pretty much as they would talk about any boy they were interested in: Willow: Okay, here's something I gotta know: when Angel kissed you, I mean before he turned into...How was it? Buffy: Unbelievable. —ANGEL

Nothing optional -- from homosexuality to adultery -- is ever made punishable unless those who do the prohibiting (and exact the fierce punishment) have a repressed desire to participate.

Cheap booze is a false economy.

Ever since I discovered that my god given male member was going to give me no peace, I decided to give it no rest in return.

This surrender, by a man of the Enlightenment and a man of truly revolutionary and democratic temperament, is another reminder that history is a tragedy and not a morality tale

Jesus, it is true, shows no personal interest in gain, but he does speak of treasure in heaven and even of "mansions" as an inducement to follow him. Is it not further true that all religions down the ages have shown a keen interest in the amassment of material goods in the real world?

If only you were half so good as he! He sins no sins but gentle drunkenness, Great-hearted mirth, and kind adultery.

Nothing optional—from homo-sexuality to adultery—is ever made punishable unless those who do the prohibiting (and exact the fierce punishments) have a repressed desire to participate. As Shakespeare put it in King Lear, the policeman who lashes the whore has a hot need to use her for the very offense for which he plies the lash.

Christianity is too repressed to offer sex in paradise—indeed it has never been able to evolve a tempting heaven at all—but it has been lavish in its promise of sadistic and everlasting punishment for sexual backsliders, which is nearly as revealing in making the same point in a different way.

FAUSTUS: Where are you damn'd? MEPHISTOPHILIS: In hell. FAUSTUS: How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell? MEPHISTOPHILIS: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it:

Faustus: «Come, I think hell's a fable». Mephistopheles: «Ay, think so still, until experience change thy mind».

FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!

FAUSTUS: Bell, book and candle, candle, book and bell, Forward and backward, to curse Faustus to hell.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.

I'le burne my bookes; ah Mephostophilis.

Charlie noted that more and more lately, he had a hard time resisting the urge to fuck with people, especially when they insisted upon behaving like idiots.

I've won Satan's lottery.

She's evil. Evil, evil, evil. I want to see her naked.

Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk