Quotes About Temptation

the scent of sweet cherry had attracted hundreds of ants. They were crawling over it and into it, many drowning for their greed.

Kaufman almost smiled at the perfection of its horror. He felt an offer of insanity tickling the base of his skull, tempting him into oblivion, promising a blank indifference to the world.

Ili je pakao možda jedna soba, jedan krevet i ve?no uzbu?enje i želja, i ja sam bio u njemu, video sam njegovu lepotu, i ako stvari krenu najgorim tokom izdrža?u.

Every man is his own Mephistopheles, don't you think? If I hadn't come along you'd have made a bargain with some other power. And you would have had your fortune, and your women, and your strawberries. All those torments I've made you suffer.

You've got blood on your hands, and you smell of coitus.

The proximity of this harem aroused him, despite circumstances. He opned his trousers and caressed his cock, more eager to have the seed spilled and so be freed of these creatures than for the pleasure of it.

As much as you feel as though you need to find some relevant bit of information for your story to work, research distracts from your writing and inevitably leads you down a rabbit hole of websites and articles and, more than likely, the temptation of checking your email or your Facebook profile or the baseball scores on ESPN.

You don't think that room downstairs was made by the Devil, or his wife?" "I don't want to know who made it," Tammy said. "But I know who fed it; who made it important. People. Just like you and me. Addicted to the place.

Every man is his own Mephistopheles, don't you think?

I used to live in Los Angeles," Norma said. "Off a winding road called Coldheart Canyon.

Your most treasured depravity is child's play beside the experiences we offer.

But the strongest scent was also the oldest – it was the perfume of his transgressions. There were other smells, too, some of which she could name – incense, books, sweat – and far, far more that she had no name for.

Your flesh is killing your spirit

He opened the door, and his smile faded as his eyes went to the DUNKIN' DONUTS emblazoned on the flat cardboard box in Paul's hands. Perlmutter recoiled like a vampire being offered garlic, and would have fled into the house if Trout had not lifted the box's lid.

Bookselling is like prostitution, you sell your wares, you close your eyes, and you never fall in love with the clients. You also keep your fingers crossed that they won't ask for anything perverted.

He told himself: Hope is a gateway drug, don't do it.

But who can resist the seductions of elevators these days, those stepping stones to Heaven, which make relentless verticality so alluring?

Verkligheten var en föränderlig skyltning i ett butiksfönster, manipulerad av händer när man inte såg, lockande och ständigt utom räckhåll.

the devil had long nimble fingers.

The boys knew to hide their enthusiasm over little kid things that still had an allure.

On barstools they ogled the bachelorettes in the club and discussed their chances, recalling near-conquests from previous visits. In the buffet lines they foraged from the heat lamps and steam trays, and impaled and then swirled wasabi around tiny ceramic saucers, tinting soy sauce.

This city is reward for all it will enable you to achieve and punishment for all the crimes it will force you to commit.

We are being bought off by our affair with the contemporary drug of choice: ease.

Every man with his own peculiar vice. His will hardly rock heaven or hell.