Quotes About Temptation

Holy ambition has always been surrounded by distortions.

It shouldn't be very difficult for anyone to resist the temptation to force himself into the pattern of the structured man. One needs only to remember that a groove may be safe--but that, as one wears away at it, the groove becomes first a rut and finally a grave.

[Spoken by Gollum:] Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

Such a dream would be the moral or even emotional equivalent of a poor person suddenly winning the lottery: without effort, suddenly all your problems are over! Just pray about it and there won't be any more moral battles! But virtue is not like that, and Christian moral living is not like that either. The romantic dream of an inner transformation that will make moral effort unnecessary is untrue both to the New Testament and to worldwide and millennia-long Christian experience.

Fatigue dulls the pain, but awakes enticing thoughts of death. So! that is the way in which you are tempted to overcome your loneliness -- by making the ultimate escape from life. -- No! It may be that death is to be your ultimate gift to life: it must not be an act of treachery against it.

The two first facts which a healthy boy or girl feels about sex are these: first that it is beautiful and then that it is dangerous. . . . [A]ll

Give him a taboo and he feels the need to break it.

One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to come up to you and show you a nice brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken, and this guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the Jack of Spades jump out of the deck and squirt cider in your ear. But, son, do not bet this man, for as sure as you are standing there, you are going to end up with an earful of cider.

Veeva should count her blessings. Three years ago it was cocaine and a year ago it was crack and lemme tell you, that stuff you got to have. You do anything for that high." He laughed again, savoring his memories. "Where do you think the furniture went? Up my nose, that's where. She finally had me carted out of here screaming like an insane man. Spent some time in Bellevue with little sparkly bugs coming out my orifices. Compared to that being a drunk is practically a sensible existence.

Middle age is having a choice between two temptations and choosing the one that'll get you home earlier.

Probably nothing in the world arouses more false hopes than the first four hours of a diet.

never to take candy from strangers

I'll die without junk food.

They will skew. They will skim. They will downgrade. In the mindless pursuit of "hitting the numbers," people will do anything that's legal without the slightest remorse—even if it grossly violates the spirit of the mission—and they will find ways to look more favorably upon what's illegal. All of us won't stoop to this behavior all the time. But most of us will some of the time.

A limited offer has unlimited appeal.

Millions of words are written annually purporting to tell how to beat the races, whereas the best possible advice on the subject is found in the three monosyllables 'Do not try.'

I'm through running." "What if I want to chase you around the house naked?" "Maybe." "With handcuffs." "Definitely." "And if I want you to wear your Calamity Jane outfit?

Pinched silence. Then, "You were the one making eyes at him, always putting yourself in his path.

You can't see it, but you gave me a raging hard-on." "One-track mind." "It's a good track.

Quickly, Ian learned the danger of holding her. Once he allowed his arm around her, letting her go was nearly impossible.

Her grandmother used to say there were men the devil put on earth to test good women. Clara was tempted to ask the guy whether he'd just zip-lined in from hell. "Go away," she said instead. His smile was worth a thousand words, most of them dirty. His voice dipped. "How can I, when your eyes begged me to come over?

As he waited for her, he braced himself for the sight of her, ready to turn out the light as soon as she reached her bed. But when Daniela came in, she wasn't wearing her nightgown. She returned from the bathroom in a bath towel. And then she locked the door behind her and dropped the towel. Drops of water glistened on her naked skin as if she'd been painted with diamonds. "Christ," he breathed.

She'd just committed to doing something she'd sworn never to do again. She was going home. She was going where the devil lived.

She was hot, he was a man; not being attracted would have been impossible. That gleaming dark hair tempted a man to find out what it would look like released from its tight bun. She had toned, endless legs. Her li8ps were distracting, especially that teasing mole in the corner. She could give a dead monk a boner.