Quotes About Temptation

Let the old Muse loosen her stays Or give me a new Muse with stockings and suspenders And a smile like a cat, With false eyelashes and finger-nails of carmine And dressed by Schiaparelli, with a pill-box hat. ... Give me a houri but houris are too easy, Give me a nun; We'll rape the angels off the golden reredos Before we're done.

Wat is er aanlokkender, geheimzinniger, duivelser dan een verboden boek?

Ik wentelde me naar hem toe en legde me met wijdgeopende muis over z'n stijve boodschapper neer. Ik zei hem dat ik z'n fluit wou, dat ik er heet naar lag, dat ik ze binnen in me kut moest hebben. Me muis heeft honger naar je stijve zaadworst, zei ik hem. Ik weet niet wat ik d'r allemaal nog uitflapte (...)

There may come a time when you will wish you had never tasted the fruit from the tree of knowledge. There may even come a time when you will lie about who took the first bite.

How many times have we said, "I won't ever do that again!"? Then, before the day is up, we have the piece of cake, smoke the cigarettes, say hateful things to the ones we love, and so on. Then we compound the whole problem by angrily saying to ourselves, "Oh, you have no willpower, no discipline. You're just weak." This only adds to the load of guilt we already carry.

The night is a strawberry.

Gabri and I follow the way of Häagen Das. It's occasionally a rocky road.

As a diversion, few things were as effective as chocolate cake.

He stared for ten seconds or more, which, when eating a chocolate cake isn't much, but when staring, is.

What was it Oscar Wilde said?" "I can resist everything except temptation.

surrounded by candy and wrappers, as though a chocolate storm had hit.

What happened when you gave in to temptation. When you listened to the fallen angels of your nature.

He would be the object lesson, the walking warning to the cadets. What happened when you gave in to temptation. When you listened to the fallen angels of your nature.

Olivier was holding a tray of mille feuilles, meringues, slices of pies and little custard tarts with glazed fruit on top. He chose one covered in tiny wild blueberries.

Imagine a world where you could do anything. Anything. And get away with it,' said Myrna, warming to the topic again. 'What power. Who here wouldn't be corrupted?

There he is, tall, tanned, Italian, sophisticated. So what do you do?" I said, "Er, leap on him and snog him within an inch of his life? Taking care not to strangle myself on his false beard, or disturb his banana.

Lots of men are like that, their artistic leanings never go beyond a weakness for shapely thighs.

At the devil's booth are all things sold. Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold.

a pigeon would die of hunger next to a dish filled with choice meats and a cat next to a heap of fruit or grain, though either of them could get nourishment from the foods it disdains if only it had thought of trying them. This is why dissolute men give themselves over to the excesses that bring on fevers and death, because the mind perverts the senses and the will continues to speak when nature falls silent …

I wish I were a virgin again. The only fun I ever had was holding out.

It makes a great deal of difference whether one wills not to sin or has not the knowledge to sin.

Never trust her at any time when the calm sea shows her false alluring smile.

So potent was religion in persuading to evil deeds.

It's easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net.