Quotes About Temptation

Bacchus hath drowned more men than Neptune.

I partied too much. I was still 19, 20 years old. I was coming from a little small city where there's 40,000 people, so being in New Jersey, New York, being with a big All-Star like Stephon Marbury, he's calling me every night to go out with him. I didn't know how to say no.

Maybe I'll buy myself a nice Gucci bag.

Ice cream, I can't pass a gelateria without going in. Italy is a nightmare place for me to stay in shape.

Some nights, you want to be George Jetson, and other nights, you want to be sexy.

I've never eaten a strawberry in my life. I have no desire to do that.

Some players have no idea how to handle life without structure. That's why some players get into trouble during the offseason. This is literally the first time in our lives we've ever had free time without somebody telling us where to be and what to do.

The demon of choice confronted her then, teased her, challenged her.

There is a path one takes when moving toward destruction. Like someone who has one drink on a Friday night, and two the next, only to gradually and completely lose control

I don't think I've ever met a twenty-two-year-old who's never had a drink.

Until yesterday, had someone even suggested that she go out with a guy with his past, she would have laughed aloud or - more likely - been offended. She should have simply said good-bye after he'd walked her to her car last night. The very Idea of the two of them going out today was absurd, and yet. . . she had asked him , and she had trouble remembering exactly how that had happened or what she'd been thinking. And yet, Colin was. . . magnetic

Hmmm. I want some... uh... pancakes... and some bacon... and pickle

Will you dance for me? Let your breasts roam for a moment -- I need to see how they dance.' 'Okay.' She danced, and as she danced, she tried to think of the most delicious salads she could imagine -- with artichokes and sundried tomato and blue cheese dressing, and beets, lots of beets.

And though he knew it was only the whiskey talking, he also knew that the whiskey talked daily.

In Bruce Springsteen songs, you can either stay and rot, or you can escape and burn.

It was as if I were powerless to resist the temptation; my senses were overcome. I could hear the emptiness, and taste the silence, and smell the solitude, and I wanted it more than I have ever wanted anything before.

She wasn't the sort of catch one could take home and show off to people; she was the sort of catch that drags the angler off the end of the pier and pulls him out to sea before tearing him to pieces as he's drowning. He shouldn't have been fishing at all, not when he was so ill-equipped.

Anyway, all I'm saying is that there was this time--maybe it was a day, maybe a few days, I can't remember now--when everything seemed to have come together. And so obviously it was time to go and screw it all up.

Effectively we become the DVD of Elf that you ignore at nine o'clock on a Friday night, on the presumption there will be something better (at least, something more fulfilling, more complex, and that you haven't seen twice before) on the shelves somewhere. And guess what you end up going home with? Well, that's what we are to these beautiful, fantastic women: Elves.

Several months later, and I have finally read one of the three, even though I wanted to read all three of them immediately. (What happened in between? Other books, is what happened. Other books, other moods, other obligations, other appetites, other reading journeys.)

Sophie was beginning to realize that there was nothing to be done about actors: they would always end up sleeping with each other. They had always done so, and they probably always would.

not even sex, especially not sex, please God not sex, the filthiest and most terrifying invention of the early seventies.

Sebastian stretched. Clara stared. She could not help it. He was still in his breeches and shirt and she was riveted by the deliciously tight fit of the buckskins over his thighs. You could avert your eyes, Sebastian said mildly. I could, Clara agreed, but I am not going to. He smiled. Hussy. I know. But I have waited a long time--

I would be a fool to lose my heart to him, but I am tempted more each day.