Quotes About Temptation

He smiles down at me, as if the reason I'm on my knees is because I am curtsying. I want to wipe that smile off his face, but maybe I can't. Maybe he'll go on smiling that way to his grave. 'Can't we stay out here?' Cardan asks me. 'There's wine out here.

I always supposed I would be delicious,' I hear him say.

If it's nice, perhaps the smith will make you a cup that never runs out of wine." Carden gives me a look up through his lashes that I find hard to interpret and rises, too. He takes my hand. "Nothing is sweeter," he says, kissing the back of it, "but that which is scarce.

Go away, close the book, put it down do not look!

I can see why humans succumb to the beautiful nightmare of the Court, why they willingly drown in it.

Tiernan pulls a leg off the rat and chews on it delicately, while Oak helps himself to a slice of melon. I eat one of the doughnuts. "I see you there, you unnatural creature," the Thistlewitch informs me. I narrow my eyes at her. She's probably angry I took a doughnut.

All I have bought myself is worse problems, no matter how good it felt to salve my pride.

I don't know what I want.' The words come out a whisper, too true by half. 'Destruction and ruin,' she says with a clack of her tongue. 'I can practically smell it on you.

I feel his gaze on my back, pricking the hairs on my neck. It is all I can do not to run.

With no good ideas, she was going to go for the bad one.

Kill him, a part of me says, a part I remember from the night I took him captive. Kill him before he makes you love him.

High King Cardan smiles down the table indulgently and yawns like a cat. His hair is messy, as though he did no more than finger-comb it since rising from my bed. Our eyes meet, and I am the one who looks away, my face hot. Kiss me until I am sick of it.

I cannot share my secrets with her, even to brag. And I admit that I desperately want to brag.

My body has acclimated, and now it craves what it should revile. An apt metaphor for other things.

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He rises from the throne. "Come, have a seat." His voice is replete with danger, lush with menace. The flowering branches have sprouted thorns so thickly that petals are barely visible. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he asks. "What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It's all yours.

His gift is to take a compliment and turn it in to an insult, a jab that hurts more for the temptation to take it at face value.

I look pretty. The kind of pretty that allows monsters to deceive people into forests, into dances where they will find their doom.

I'm the kind of vampire that you'd be, one who's new at this and basically out of control. I've already killed someone and I can't guarantee I'm not going to do it again. I'm the one who infected this girl.

This is the real Coldtown. I'm the real Coldtown. You still want in?

Revenge is sweet, but ice cream is sweeter

He sent me to kill you" I whisper against his ear. A shiver goes through his body, and his hand goes to my waist, but instead of pushing me away, he pulls me into the bed with him, rolling my body across him onto the heavily embroidered coverlets.

How many can honestly say that they never fell in love with someone else along the way, someone they didn't pursue because they'd made a vow to stay with their spouse? How many would say they regretted that choice?

I have never yet figured out what to do about good advice that you get, and that you know right away would help you, but that you cannot follow.