Quotes About Temptation

devil. And this was a shame, for Samuel was a laughing man, but I guess Samuel was wide open to the devil.

Well, every little boy thinks he invented sin. Virtue, we think we learn, because we are told about it. But sin is our own designing.

It ain't only the keepin' her out. I kep' her out to get drunk. I knowed they was gonna come a time when I got to get drunk, when I'd get to hurtin' inside so I got to get drunk. Figgered time wasn' yet, an' then—the preacher went an' give 'imself up to save Tom.

kind of tough on you divin' and drinkin'. Got to.

Para cometer una mala acción hay que anhelar algo

You know pretty well that I don't think of myself as an individual who wants very much. That is why I am not a good nor consecutive seducer. I have the energy and when I think of it, the desires, but I can't reduce myself to a unit from which the necessary formula emanates.

And here he was, a big, fat, grown-up whoremaster, leaning his stomach against his desk while his cheeks darkened with blood and excited chills ran up his legs and thighs.

Got a lot of sinful idears- but they seem kinda sensible

temptations of wealth, power, and prestige. But this final novel defies categories. If it's a parable of corruption and redemption, as Steinbeck suggests in his epigraph, it's also a lesson in Darwinian survival. The novel insists on a symbolic and highly ironic framework—the first half takes place on Easter weekend in April 1960 and the second on the Fourth of July weekend that same year. Yet the book is also realistic, set in Steinbeck's own

It is not because men's desires are strong that they act ill; it is because their consciences are weak.

Wickedness was like food: once you got started it was hard to stop; the gut expanded to take in more and more.

Sex is like money; only too much is enough.

Critics are like pigs at the pastry cart.

The first breathe of adultery is the freest.

He settles back with a small handful of cashews; dry-roasted, they have a little acid sting to them, the tang of poison that he likes.

In a way, gluttony is an athletic feat, a stretching exercise.

He must try to stop swearing; he wonders why he's doing it. To keep them apart, maybe; he feels a dangerous tug drawing him toward this man.

I sneak a look over and consider a blow job, but even I know giving head in the middle of a demolition derby is risky

Then, if to make your ruin more, You'll peevishly be coy, Die with the scandal of a whore And never know the joy.

Son of a whore, God damn you! can you tell A peerless peer the readiest way to Hell? I've outswilled Bacchus, sworn of my own make Oaths would fright Furies, and make Pluto quake; I've swived more whores more ways than Sodom's

What I think was hardest for me to realize was that he had tried each time to stop himself. He had killed animals, taking lesser lives to keep from killing a child

Mama, why do I always fall for the crazy ones?

I leaned right over to kiss your stoney book A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt A billion lovers with their cameras Snap to look and in my fantasy I sail beneath your skirt

I warned you I like to play games.