Quotes About Temptation

Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out at every joint and motive of her body.

Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness.

Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes. It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore

We'll surely go to hell for this. Lady Macbeth: And when we do, we'll rule that too.

To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee. LADY GREY: To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.

Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you...I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are making the beast with two backs.

The thing that is so singular and stunning about Macbeth— indeed, it strikes one straightaway—is that all the magic Shakespeare put into writing it manages so entirely to harrow and astonish the soul.

I am in So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin.

for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

O, had the monster seen those lily hands Tremble like aspen leaves upon a lute And make the silken strings delight to kiss them, He would not then have touched them for his life

The fiend gives the more friendly counsel.

Borne by the trustless wings of false desire.

and Anthony, Enthroned i'th'market-place, did sit alone Whistling to th'air, which but for vacancy Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in Nature.

O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Who builds his hopes in air of your good looks, Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready, with every nod, to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires:

Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow. When I'm not there, you can sleep with my wife.

greed is not a racial but a human prediliction and

the father of lies is the Devil - and that mischief and the Devil are never far apart.

If what I feel for you is dislike -- for coming between me and my work sometime every day in the last fifteen months --if that's dislike...If being unable to forget your voice, or the way you turn your neck, or the lights in your hair -- if that's dislike...If wanting to hear that you're married and dreading to hear that you're married...If resenting the condescension that pretends you're not out of my reach...Perhaps you can identify these symptoms for me.

His hands touched the cool skin of her back, Abruptly they slipped inside her frock and closed about her waist. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and he kissed her until the room went dark before her eyes.

And what of this young woman beside him, whom he had loved devotedly for four years and still did love? She had given him more than Elizabeth ever could: months of unflawed relationship, unquestioning trust (which he was now betraying in thought) . Oh nonsense! What man did not at some time or another glance elsewhere? And who could complain if it remained at a glance? (Chance was a fine thing).

Il vestito era quello che aveva trovato in fondo al secondo baule e che fin dall'inizio l'aveva attirata come la mela aveva attirato Eva.

Fetch it down an' I'll mix ye a Sampson." It had once been Prudie's favorite drink: brandy and cider and sugar. She stared at Jud as if he were the Devil tempting her to sell her soul.