Quotes About Temptation

The real troubles with living is that living is so banal. Everyone, after all, goes the same dark road—and the road has a trick of being the most dark, most treacherous, when it seems most bright—and it's true that nobody stays in the garden of Eden.

Nobody can stay in the Garden of Eden.

The beast which Giovanni had awakened in me would never go to sleep again; but one day I would not be with Giovanni any more. And would I then, like all the others, find myself turning and following all kinds of boys down God knows what dark avenues, into what dark places? With this fearful intimation there opened in me hatred for Giovanni which was as powerful as my love and which was nourished by the same roots.

I guess it takes a holy man to make a girl a real whore.

Women are like water. They are tempting like that, and they can be that treacherous, and they can seem to be that bottomless, you know? -- and that shallow.

Ain't no such thing as a little fault or a big fault. Satan get his foot in the door, he ain't going to rest till he's in the room. You is in the Word or you ain't--ain't no halfway with God.

I see his legs buckle, his thighs jelly, the buttocks quiver, the secret hammer there begins to knock.

You do, sometimes, remind of the kind of man who is tempted to put himself in prison in order to avoid being hit by a car.

Nobody can stay in the garden of Eden,' Jacques said. And then: 'I wonder why.

nobody stays in the garden of Eden.

I was at the door with my suitcase. With my hand on the knob, I looked at him. Then I wanted to beg him to forgive me. But this would have been too great a confession; any yielding at that moment would have locked me forever in that room with him.

You do, sometimes, remind me of the kind of man who is tempted to put himself in prison in order to avoid being hit by a car.

Her voice reminded me for a minute of what heroin feels like sometimes—when it's in your veins.

With my hand on the knob, I looked at him. Then I wanted to beg him to forgive me. But this would have been too great a confession; any yielding in that moment would have locked me forever in that room with him. And in a way this was exactly what I wanted. I felt a tremor go through me, like the beginnings of an earthquake, and felt, for an instant, that I was drowning in his eyes.

It takes a holy man to make a girl a real whore.

At night I strolled into the Park and took the first whore I met, whom I without many words copulated with free from danger, being safely sheathed. She was ugly and lean and her breath smelt of spirits. I never asked her name. When it was done, she slunk off. I had a low opinion of this practice and resolved to do it no more.

Melancholy, indeed, should be diverted by every means but drinking.

There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.

Damn what you like, Pieterzoon. But don't damn liquor. It's the stuff of life!

Lust is pressing, something must be done about it.

It's the brandy, Pilot, that an' fornication an' the saintly life I've led.

It is simple to catch a man, all you need to know is the right bait.

I had done either too much coke or too little, a constant problem in my life.

Howard got sex-crazy in the winter and probably wanted to send him out on a poontang prowl: Schwab's Drugstore, the extra huts at Fox and Universal, Brownie snapshots of well-lunged girls naked from the waist up. His Majesty's yes or no, then standard gash contracts to the yes's--one-liners in RKO turkeys in exchange for room and board at Hughes Enterprises' fuck pads and frequent nighttime visits from The Man himself.