Quotes About Temptation

The drunk's concern ain't that he's goin to die from drinkin - which he is. It's that he's goin to run out of whiskey fore he gets a chance to do it.

All the trouble I ever was in, said Ballard, was caused by whiskey or women or both. He'd often heard men say as much. All the trouble I ever was in was caused by gettin caught, said the black.

This market way of life promotes addictions to stimulation and obsessions with comfort and convenience.

I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking a pair of scissors and cutting it up.

Accursed, blasted, heartless things [books]! Full of empty promises, full of false lures, always making you hungry, never satisfying you, never!

Tapi suatu saat nanti dia mungkin akan semiskin tikus karena membelanjakan semua uangnya untuk membeli buku. Aku takut dia juga tak akan ragu menjual jiwanya jika ada iblis yang bisa memberikan buku yang diinginkannya

For one short moment he had a crazy urge to lie down on one of the mattresses, to light a few of the many candles around the place, and to forget everything that had happened since his ninth birthday.

I think she'd sell her soul to the devil without thinking if he offered her the right book for it.

Ein Apfel?' Louis wick zurück. 'Ich rühr keine Äpfel an. Zwei meiner Tanten sind so vergiftet werden.

the problem with reading off a screen isn't resolution, eyestrain, or compatibility with reading in the bathtub: it's that computers are seductive, they tempt us to do other things, making concentrating on a long-form work impractical.

Of course, it couldn't last. Those whom the gods would destroy utterly, they first give a taste of heaven.

That there is a Devil, is a thing doubted by none but such as are under the influences of the Devil.

Ah, children, be afraid of going prayerless to bed, lest the Devil be your bedfellow.

Since the Devil is come down in great wrath upon us, let not us in our great wrath against one another provide a Lodging for him.

If I made you from nothing, then maybe I am God, and because I want More, maybe I'm the Devil.

Alcohol ruined me financially and morally, broke my heart and the hearts of too many others. Even though it did this to me and it almost killed me and I haven't touched a drop of it in seventeen years, sometimes I wonder if I could get away with drinking some now. I totally subscribe to the notion that alcoholism is a mental illness because thinking like that is clearly insane.

If I have a near-beer, I'm near beer. And if I'm near beer, I'm close to tequila. And if I'm close to tequila, I'm adjacent to cocaine.

We would do well to remember that envy is clearly the flint that ignites evil in our hearts. It apparently signals I'm available to demons searching for a cheap date. Envy is as volatile as nitroglycerin, and we cannot carry it inside us without evil exploding.

But the truth was that I didn't want to stay in Riley. The pulls of familial love and obligation could not, for the moment, compete with the promise of early-relationship sex. Starlight and beer and our twisting, naked bodies--that was what I wanted, not a seat at a dining room table with two old women eating breaded veal cutlets and Vienna torte.

money and Republicans and sausage did not strike me as a particularly tempting combination.

If the Damall had caught Griff taking wine and salt, Griff would have begged forgiveness. Griff would have been afraid and sorry and promised never to do it again. When Griff was afraid he would promise. Later, he might take the wine and salt again, and be afraid again, and promise again, and break the promise again, over and over again. Griff had the bending strength of a sapling.

How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.

Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to about the same thing.

The bitch-goddess, as she is called, of Success, roamed, snarling and protective, round the half-humble, half-defiant Michaelis' heels, and intimidated Clifford completely: for he wanted to prostitute himself to the bitchgoddess, Success also, if only she would have him.