Quotes About Temptation

There was probably some kind of anti-compulsive psychiatric medication liberally added to this trucked-in gross of cookies so that people like me, who could not stop eating the cookies once they were offered, would not continuously sneak down to the lobby in the soul-slaughtering hours between two and four a.m. to steal six at a time, finishing most of them before getting back to the room.

There should be a way to test this, there should be a sex-related metric with which you could measure sex in hotels, especially the illicit variety, but of what would that metric consist?

I told Tantalus to go chase a doughnut.

Keep climbing,' he told himself. 'Cheeseburgers,' his stomach replied. 'Shut up,' he thought. 'With fries,' his stomach complained.

Tantalus made a wild grab, but the marshmallow committed suicide, diving into the flames.

Sugar and caffeine. My willpower crumbled.

Don't untie me, she said, no matter what happens or how much I plead. I'll want to go straight over the edge and drown myself. Are you trying to tempt me? Ha-ha.

She led the way. Eyeless sockets of the dead seemed to stare at them as they passed. These are cool, Dan decided. Maybe I could- No, Dan, Amy said. You can't collect human bones. Awww.

Nosoi?" Percy planted his feet in a fighting stance. "You know, I keep thinking, I have now killed every single thing in Greek mythology. But the list never seems to end." "You haven't killed me yet," I noted. "Don't tempt me.

your loved ones have been used to lure you into Kronos's traps. Your fatal flaw is personal loyalty Percy. You do not know when it is time to cut your losses. To save a friend you would sacrifice the world.

Whoa, Connor Stoll said. Back up. Zoom in right there. What? Annabeth said nervously. You see invaders? No, right there—Dylan's Candy Bar. Connor grinned at his brother. Dude, it's open. And everyone is asleep. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Connor! Katie Gardner scolded. She sounded like her mother, Demeter. This is serious. You are not going to loot a candy store in the middle of a war! Sorry, Connor muttered, but he didn't sound very ashamed.

I picked up Pandora's jar. The spirit of Hope fluttered inside, trying to warm the cold container. Hestia, I said, I give this to you as an offering. The goddess tilted her head. I am the least of the gods. Why would you trust me with this? You're the last Olympian, I said. And the most important. And why is that, Percy Jackson? Because Hope survives best at the hearth, I said. Guard it for me, and I won't be tempted to give up again.

Eat chocolate first, destroy the world later.

Your lifeline...oh, the burning stick. Right. Leo resisted the urge to set his hand ablaze and yell: BWAH HA HA!

Chaos is impatient. It's random. And above all it's selfish. It tears down everything just for the sake of change, feeding on itself in constant hunger. But Chaos can also be appealing. It tempts you to believe that nothing matters except what you want.

He offered to stop the tide for me once. He offered to build me a palace at the bottom of the sea.

Leo felt trapped. He'd once been stuck in a cave on top of Pikes Peak, surrounded by a pack of werewolves. Another time he'd been stuck in an abandoned factory with a family of evil Cyclopes. But this—standing in an open clearing with a dozen pretty girls—was much worse.

You sure about this? I asked Thalia. She turned to me. Amaltheia leads me to good things. The last time she appeared, she led me to you. The compliment warmed me like a cup of hot chocolate. I'm a sucker that way. Thalia can flash those blue eyes, give me one kind word, and she can get me to do pretty much whatever.

It was almost enough to make me turn vegetarian, except for the pesky fact that I loved cheeseburgers.

If somebody offers you Hapi pills, just say no!

Hey, for a scythe, cookies, and a chance to commit murder, Kronos could hide his true feelings.

Texting, even browsing the Internet - all these things can attract monsters.

I had a hard time looking at Freya without staring. There really wasn't anything safe to focus on – her eyes, her lips, her belly button. I silently scolded myself, This is Blitzen's mom! This is my aunt! I decided to focus on her left eyebrow. There was nothing entrancing about a left eyebrow.

No offense, kid, but I have a strong desire to murder your uncle with extreme prejudice." "No offense taken," I said. "I'm tempted to help you.