Quotes About Temptation

I'd like you to know that I've forgiven him. Again and again. Once done, of course, back comes the Enemy to persecute and prosecute, and I must ante up to God and forgive yet again.

Are you reading your Bible?" Ah, well...I was." And then you quit." You got it." Then, you can expect to be weak on one of your flanks, and that's precisely where the Enemy will come after you with a vengeance.

In his bachelor's heart of hearts, he loved pie with an intensity that alarmed him. Yet, when he was offered seconds, he usually refused. "Wouldn't you like another piece of this nice coconut pie, Father?" he might be asked. "No, I don't believe I'd care for anymore," he'd say. An outright lie!

God doesn't care about drinking beer. All those rules were made up by people trying to prevent you from doing something really wrong. Drunks make stupid decisions. If you don't drink, there's less chance of doing something stupid.

Besides, have you seen the price on a good bottle of scotch? Good Lord, I almost fainted.

What is it about food that's bad for you that makes you feel so good?" I asked. "And why can't I feel this way about lettuce?

This obsession you have with funnel cake isn't healthy,

Oh hell," Ida Belle said. "God doesn't care about drinking beer. All those rules were made up by people trying to prevent you from doing something really wrong. Drunks make stupid decisions. If you don't drink, there's less chance of doing something stupid.

The farther a man follows the rainbow, the harder it is for him to get back to the life which he left starving like an old dog.

This is perhaps what has made some suspect that the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil was really a banana.

Good girl," he approves, leaning down and whispering in my ear. "While you sit in that dining room dressed like a queen, you will feel the reminder of my control. I will feed your mouth while I master every part of you. Your pussy will throb for me. Your ass will clench in fear and need. Your mouth will water. And tonight, if you behave yourself, I'll grant you a reward.

The fairy tales warn you: Do not go in, you who would eat will be eaten.

Mrs. Bright cut another slice of the rich, dark cake. It was Mindy's fourth, counting dessert at home. But Mrs. Bright's layer cakes were, Mindy felt sure, the best in the world. Where else did you find the layers of icing almost as thick as the layers of cake?

He studied her flushed face. Last night she'd been pale like porcelain, a creamy alabaster, but tonight she burned. She glowed. Her dark blue eyes shone, her cheeks flushed a hot feverish pink. She needed a firm hand. She could use a calming hand. How convenient. He had two.

If there's no chocolate in Heaven, I'm not going.

What was the matter with her? She'd already decided she didn't want to make love with him, so why did she keep conjuring up erotic scenes from old sheikh movies? It must be the wine.

More than a food, the pickle was a kind of drug for tenement children, who were still too young for whiskey.

He groaned in mounting desire. "You're a dangerous woman, Calinda Braxton," he murmured hoarsely. "So are you, Lynx Cardone," she replied in a strained voice as she pushed away from him, fighting to regain control of herself. He caught her face between his hands, drilling his smoldering gaze into her matching one. "I want you, Cal," he stated simply. -Lynx & Calinda

Nice dress. Take it off.

Here's a basic difference between Morelli and me. My first thought was always of cake. His first thought was always of sex. Don't get me wrong. I like sex . . . a lot. But it's never going to replace cake.

She'll be back," Ranger said. "But not tonight." [Stephanie] "How'd you get her to leave?" "Told her I was gonna spend the next twelve hours ruining you for all other men, and so she might as well go home." I could feel the heat rush to my face. Ranger gave me the wolf smile. "I lied about it being tonight," he said.

There are two sides of the Velvet Rope. Those who want to be on the other side and those who are on the other side.

Peter took a long swallow and winked at her over his glass. 'Shall we dance?' he asked, wanting his arm around her and knowing no better way to put it there.

When I buy cookies I eat just four and throw the rest away. But first I spray them with Raid so I won't dig them out of the garbage later. Be careful, though, because that Raid really doesn't taste that bad.