Quotes About Temptation

If Satan can use our everyday experiences, both big and small, to cripple our true identity, then he renders God's people totally ineffective for the kingdom of Christ.

Do not love the world or anything in the world…. For everything in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life — comes not from the Father but from the world. (1 JOHN 2:15 – 16)

if we find that certain foods are impossible to walk away from—we can't or won't deny ourselves an unhealthy choice in order to make a healthier choice—then it's a clue we are being ruled by this food on some level.

No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.

We must be aware that desperation breeds degradation. In other words, when what is lacking in life goes from being an annoyance to an anxiety we run the risk of compromising in ways we never thought we would.

How fair, to sinless Adam, Eden smiled! But sin brought tears, and Eden was wild!

Finally, when all was said and done, the certainty (so often experienced, yet always new) that female charms, the kind that inflame the senses, are no more than kitchen smells: they tease you when you're hungry and disgust you when you've had your fill.

try to understand that our souls work like swings: the stronger the push up towards the nobility of the soul, the stronger the swoop down towards the fury of the beast.

The dead are jealous, jealous, jealous and they will do anything to keep you from the living, the lucky living. They will argue with you, and distract you, and if that doesn't work, they will even let you hug them, and dance for you, and kiss you, and laugh, anything to keep you. The dead are selfish. Jealous. Lonely. Desperate. Hungry. ("The Chambered Fruit")

Cars were stopped in the middle of roads so people could run into discount clothing stores.

O Diabo, invejoso, fez o homem confundir fé com religião e amor com casamento.

Or perhaps it's the wickedness in him that she can't resist. There are such women.

The temptation is powerful to close our eyes and wait for the worst to pass, but history tells us that for freedom to survive, it must be defended and that if lies are to stop, they must be exposed.

Evidently it was very easy to fall if one had already fallen.

You can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite.

What is that if not a bad life? Luring others to you, then turning from them?

Beautiful Scylla, dainty-doe Scylla, Scylla with her viper heart. Why had she done such a thing? It was not love, I had seen the sneer in her eyes when she spoke

He is lost in Agamemnon and Odysseus' wily double meanings, their lies and games of power. They have confounded him, tied him to a stake and baited him. I stroke the soft skin of his forehead. I would untie him if I could. If he would let me.

The first good deed in your dissolute life. Aren't you curious what it would feel like?" He laughed, but I did not press him further. He was still, always, an Olympian, still Zeus' son. I was allowed license because it amused him, but I never knew when that amusement might end. You can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite.

If Finn Toller had in his nervous organisation anything resembling what in popular parlance is called a complex, such a complex consisted in the idea—almost, although not quite, a complete illusion—that people were continually wanting to bribe him to commit some murder.

settled for a blooming redhead from Waco, Takes-us, name of Molly Bea Archer, carefully cut her out of the pack and trundled her, tipsy and willing, back to the Busted Flush.

I talked with Junior Allen. He didn't have his mind on it. He was crouched in the brush, and he could taste lamb, and he was alerted for the first shy sound of the little hoofs coming along the trail. I gently and indirectly advanced the idea of my coming along, and he firmly closed the door. He got up and sprang nimbly onto the dock, snapped the weak dock light on, checked his lines, adjusted a fender and came aboard again, restless.

In spite of the air conditioning, she had filled the lounge with a faint sharp-sweet odor of large overheated girl.

In a little while she got up and went over and closed the door and came back, dropped her halter top and her sun shorts to the floor beside the bed, stood there for not more than two seconds and then stretched out beside me. She bent over the side of the bed and got her cigarettes out of the pocket of the sun shorts, lit two and gave me one and lay back in the circle of my arm, huffed out a big cloud of smoke