Quotes About Temptation

The most important thing to understand when it comes to our baser parts is not only how normal and natural it is to have them but that there is nothing wrong in having them. Bad is doing bad, not thinking bad (there are exceptions—see the next chapter), and it is certainly not merely having bad tendencies.

He slips his hand onto the nape of my neck, runs his long fingers through my tangled and gently kisses my forehead. I close my eyes. "I'm in so much trouble here," I mumble. But I don't have the wherewithal to resist as he presses his determined lips to mine.

Those precious to God become important to Satan.

When you is precious to God, you become important to Satan. Watch your back.

when you is precious to God, you is important to Satan. Watch your backside, somethin' is gettin' ready to happen

At your highest moment, be careful, that's when the devil comes for you.

Integrity is the courage to maintain your resolve despite pressure or temptation, and the conviction to hold on to the truth even when everyone disagrees with you.

12.Someone has said, "Either God's Word will keep you from sin, or sin will keep you from God's Word.

Who with the Devil tries to play fair, weaves the net of his own despair. Oh, smile; what's a house between drunkards?

The young man, perched insecurely in the slen­der branches, rocked till he felt slightly drunk, reached down the boughs, where the scarlet beady cherries hung thick underneath, and tore off handful after handful of the sleek, cool-fleshed fruit. Cherries touched his ears and his neck as he stretched forward, their chill fingertips sending a flash down his blood. All shades of red, from a golden vermilion to a rich crimson, glowed and met his eyes under a dark­ness of leaves.

Era ella como un bosque, como la oscura red de las ramas del roble, con un susurro inaudible de miles de yemas brotando. Y mientras tanto los pájaros del deseo dormían en la vasta maraña del laberinto de su cuerpo.

Without even realizing it, Camille had fallen under the spell of the siren's call: the sound that contains the scent of berries, chocolate, and mint, that tastes of salt and oil and blood, that sounds like a heart's murmur, the passage of clouds, the call to prayers, the beloved's name, and a distant ringing in the ears.

She collects a tray from the kitchen: arranges almond and mango cream puffs, brown sugar lace cookies, and miniature napoleons of vanilla and guava: fleeting breaths of pate a choux and buttercreams that dissolve in single bites.

Aye, well, he'll be wed a long time, he said callously. Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no? Absence, I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. AND fonder. If anything's growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn't be his heart.

Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.

Bedding her could be anything from tenderness to riot, but to take her when she was a bit the worse for drink was always a particular delight. Intoxicated, she took less care for him than usual; abandoned and oblivious to all but her own pleasure, she would rake him, bite him - and beg him to serve her so, as well. He loved the feeling of power in it, the tantalizing choice between joining her at once in animal lust, or of holding himself-for a time- in check, so as to drive her at his whim.

Oh, Lord! This must be what it's like to make love in Hell, he whispered. With a burning she-devil.

Jamie, I panted. He pushed his kilt out of the way and pressed my hand against him. Bloody Christ, I said, impressed despite myself. My sense of propriety slipped another notch. Fighting gives ye a terrible cockstand, after. Ye want me, do ye no?

I always thought it would be a simple matter to lie wi' a woman, he said softly. And yet... I want to fall on my face at your feet and worship you-he dropped the towel and reached out, taking me by the shoulders-and still I want to force ye to your knees before me, and hold ye there wi' me hands tangled in your hair, and your mouth at my service...and I want both things at the same time, Sassenach.

Jamie felt a strong desire to go across and see what the open books were, to go to the shelves and run his knuckles gently over the leather and wood and buckrum of the bindings until a book should speak to him and come willingly into his hand.

I want to take ye to bed. In my bed. And I mean to spend the rest of the day thinking what to do wit ye once I got ye there. So wee Archie can just go and play at marbles with his bollucks, aye?

It wasn't the tree of good and evil in the Garden of Eden, after all; it was the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Knowledge might be a poisoned gift—but it was still a gift, and few people would voluntarily give it back.

I'm honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of it may be, so long as you are here wi' me, Claire," he said softly. "If it was a sin for you to choose me Ã¢â'¬Â¦ then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it." He lifted my foot and gently kissed the tip of my big

I tell you what. Pick it up, open it anywhere, and read three pages. If you can put it down again, I'll pay you a dollar.