Quotes About Temptation

We've already established my position on dillying and dallying, which right now is chaste with a chance for inveterate lust, depending on the ripeness of our first interactions.

Snarl had infiltrated my subconscious. The dream was obviously a sign: he was too enticing to resist.

This is why I should consider breaking my straight-edge vow. Beer most certainly would help this situation. It probably couldn't make it any worse. Basic

I may have a potty mouth, but I do not get caught in illicit sexual encounters in Marriotts, for fuck's sake. I guess I could be open to a Ritz-Carlton or a Four Seasons, but a Marriott, no fucking way! Yet here I am. And there's nowhere else I'd rather be. What spell has this boy cast on me? I

My fork wanders into the soufflé to grab a small portion. I place the chocolate soufflé onto my tongue, which is instantly alerted to a taste of such exquisite beauty that I want to gasp from the sensational shock. Warm chocolate, both cakelike and gooey, penetrates all sides of my mouth, spreading sweetness and wonder.

They could pretend when they were alone. Lie to themselves about what this was between them. Hell, he could invent a million reasons why he'd stalked over and staked his claim here. But the truth lay behind the sound of her moan and Tyler's answering groan. Kissing Sherry wasn't about her damn rules. It wasn't to save his career. This woman was in his arms because he wanted her there.

Hot chocolate should be sinful, and I don't believe in sinning in half measures.

A beauty to tempt away a man's better angel, corrupting his saint to be a very devil.

A very special case. A few years more, and that pretty creature who you love too much, I think, will, without ever loving them, have known as many men as there are beads on her aunt's rosary. No happy medium! Either a nun or a monster! God's bosom or sensual passions! It would, perhaps, be better to put her in a convent, since we put hysterical women in the Saltpetriere! She does not know vice, she invents it! That was ten years ago before the day our story begins and... Raoule was not a nun.

Daily I walk a high wire, always in danger of losing my balance. The essence of my life is supernatural, which I must respect if I am to make the best use of my gift. Yet I live in the rational world and am subject to its laws. The temptation is to be guided entirely by impulses of an otherworldly origin-but in this world a long fall will always end in a hard impact.

Remember, there are cookies waiting here for you.

Nobody's inherently bad, said Annamaria. It's all about the choices we make. And the Deceiver, said Blossom, is always there to whisper the wrong choice in your ear. But I believe remorse can lead to redemption.

Melancholy can be seductive when it's twined with self-pity.

Most people indulged in their vices and clung to their virtues based on their responses to temptation and conflict, not because some Other within them drove their behavior.

The stakes were suddenly so high that we wanted out of the game. When you're playing poker with the devil, however, no one leaves the table before he does.

She said you need to eat well, say prayers without fail each morning and night, and avoid drinking strong spirits. One problem. Drinking strong spirits is how I pray.

If we rely upon the tao with which we're born, we always know what is the right thing to do in any situation, the good thing not for our bank accounts or for ourselves, but for our souls. We are tempted from the tao by self-interest, by base emotions and passions.

journeying through the fields of evil is the price we pay for free will

To do something, to do what you feel sure is right and in the aid of justice, you sometimes have to do things that, when recalled on lonely nights, make you wonder if in fact you are the good man that you like to believe you are. Such doubts are high cards in the devil's hand, and he knows how to play them well, in hope of bringing you to despair and ennui, if not to self-destruction.

in the perpetual struggle of good and evil, the latter must be resisted without fail.

Casinos have no windows, no clocks. The masters of the games want their customers to forget the passage of time, to lay down just one more bet, and then one more.

It ain't a lie that's gonna put me in the pit with Al Capone, but it's one step on a slippery slope I been down before.

But the rebellious primitive that lived in the back of every human brain was drawn to what the forebrain deemed too dark for civilized consideration, and the eye sometimes turned traitor.

If we're guided only or even largely by emotion . . . Well, the heart often wants what it doesn't really need, and sometimes it wants what it shouldn't have, something with the potential to ruin your life. It wants something so intensely that we find it easy to do what the heart wants even if we know it's reckless.