Sinful Quotes

“Doubt as sin. — Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from then on to swim in it as in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements: even a glance towards land, even the thought that one perhaps exists for something else as well as swimming, even the slightest impulse of our amphibious nature — is sin! And notice that all this means that the foundation of belief and all reflection on its origin is likewise excluded as sinful. What is wanted are blindness and intoxication and an eternal song over the waves in which reason has drowned.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Daybreak: Thoughts on the Prejudices of Morality

“Jane, you are my confidante, my helpmate, my friend. My lover. You are everything the word wife means to me. In my heart, we are wed. In my soul, you are mine.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful

“She was breathtaking in her beauty and her human spirit, he thought, unable to speak as he gazed upon her. Hers was the sort that would not fade or grow jaded with time and years, but flourish, grow more radiant with life and its experience. Hers was a beauty that no other possessed. A beauty he longed to keep, to hide away, to bask in, himself alone. She had become his. He didn’t know when, whether it had been the moment her fingertips had touched him when he was hurt, or if it had grown, like a seed, slowing spreading until Jane had become the root anchoring the shattered pieces of his heart, pulling them tight together until it resembled the organ it should.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful

“Sinful heart blames.”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

“Never REJECT yourself due to the sins you have committed. REGRET will do nothing; REPENT and do something!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“I can say that I have fallen deeper in love with you today, knowing the sort of man you are.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful

“No matter how sweet is smells, if you know it will give you a discomfort later, don't even attempt to taste it. Discipline yourself to stay out of sin!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“Don't let a cruel word escape your mouth. There's no greater sin than breaking a heart.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I do not know what to say, how to tempt you. If you had a price, I would pay it. If you desired particular words, I would say them. I would be anything you want, Jane. Just come back. Please come back.

- Matthew in a letter to Jane.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful

“The odour of humans is always a fleshly odour – that is, a sinful odour.”
― Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

“Pressing his forehead to the cool glass, he held her gaze, her palm, his eyes pleading with her. Don’t go. Don’t leave me.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful

“Why?” he screamed, letting the noise bellow out loud and ferocious. “Why can I not have some measure of peace?” he questioned.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful

“Pleasure” is different from “happiness”. It has its own definition. Pleasure may or may not come from hard work; Pleasure may or may not come from sin; However, happiness is always divine and comes from fulfillment!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“Matthew,” she murmured, her voice breaking. “How can I save you?”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful

“Christ, he was empty, just a shell of himself. He had nothing to give, not even his seed.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful

“Joseph," she whispered quietly. He groaned and reached an arm out to her, gripping her hip and pushing her flat on her back once again. Before she had time to make sense of it, he was on top of her, pushing up her shirt and exposing her flesh.
"Addison," he groaned in desperate need. He couldn't take it, couldn't be this close to her without being with her. Hungrily, he devoured her mouth, eating every gasp and moan she made.”
― H.S. Howe, Jingle My Snowballs

“As I said, you have mistaken me for another. London is full of drab little peahens, sir. Now, then, I’m leaving,” she said in a huff.

“To change?” he asked, unable to stop from goading her.

“To write a poem for my toast,” she snapped. “And you may suffer, for I will not help you with yours.”

“No need, darling,” Matthew drawled, his words intending to push her away.
“I doubt you know a suitable word that will rhyme with fuck. ”

“Stuck,” she said, turning to face him. “For two days, my lord. We are stuck with one another. Let us make the best of it.”

“And how do you propose we do that?”

“By giving each other wide berth. We will not stand together, we will not talk to one another and we will most certainly not look at one another.”

“No problem from this quarter.”

“Good. You may be assured that it will be no difficulty for me, either.”

-Matthew and Jane”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful

“If suicide is allowed then everything is allowed. If anything is not allowed then suicide is not allowed. This throws a light on the nature of ethics, for suicide is, so to speak, the elementary sin. And when one investigates it, it is like investigating mercury vapor in order to comprehend the nature of vapors.”
― Ludwig Wittgenstein

“Why are you showing so much cleavage?" Joseph growled into her ear as he took her arm and began to descend the staircase.
Goosebumps broke out over her bare arms and shoulders. She squeezed his forearm and smiled into his eyes.
"So you're forced to offer me your coat, of course, like a proper gentleman."
He barely suppressed a snort as camera flashes lit them up from every angle. He tucked his arm around her and smiled for the photographers.
"Would a gentleman rip what you're wearing clean off your body, before devouring every inch of your perfect body? Turn your shivers into sweat while you wonder how something so dirty could produce something so beautiful?"
Addison grinned and gently turned his face towards hers to press a light kiss to his cheek without marking it. The cameras went wild.”
― H.S. Howe, Jingle My Snowballs

“He was not yet in the Church, but already a sin without a name had occurred to him. Ordinarily, the thought might give him pleasure. He remembered Nunes saying that a man must come into the Church on his own intellectual level. And in a horror, remote but clear, saw that the more intelligent a man was, the more various the sins he was capable of committing.”
― Harry Sylvester, Dayspring

“Not only is suicide a sin, it is the sin. It is the ultimate and absolute evil, the refusal to take an interest in existence; the refusal to take the oath of loyalty to life. The man who kills a man, kills a man. The man who kills himself, kills all men. As far as he is concerned he wipes out the world.”
― G. K. Chesterton

“Hypocrites preach morality but live a shameful life.”
― Frank Sonnenberg, Listen to Your Conscience: That's Why You Have One

“There is but one peacemaker: the Prince of Peace. He is a revolutionary: His teachings run counter to the prevailing assertion that the “other” must change. He quietly asks me to see myself as I am: messy, fallen, sinful. He gently invites me to change. Then He enables me to become, in Him, what I cannot become in and of myself. As He changes me, I experience His peace. As he changes me, I begin to understand that the “other” is my brother. As He changes me, I desire to love and serve my brother. These changes He enables in me transform me from trouble-maker to peace-maker. It is through the Prince of Peace – and through Him only – that I experience peace and become a peaceful man.”
― Jean-Michel Hansen

“I don't mind inappropriate thoughts every now and then. So please, share yours with me." He met her eyes and she blushed, then grinned and stole his breath. If her thoughts were anything like his, he was more than happy to hear them.

"It was nothing. I was just wondering if you get many complaints in the bedroom even though I'm sure you don't." Though her eyes held amusement, she broke eye contact and looked away.

"How would you know what women think after they leave my bed?" He wondered with his own quiet smile.
It was true, he never met a woman, he couldn't please and he knew she would be no different.”
― H.S. Howe, Jingle My Snowballs

“It was true, he never met a woman, he couldn't please and he knew she would be no different.”
― H.S. Howe, Jingle My Snowballs

“He couldn't resist the pressure of her sweet body and leaned in closer, opening his mouth to her. She moaned her appreciation, when his tongue met hers and soon they were engrossed in the heat of the moment. Time stood still, backgrounds disappeared, and the only sounds came from them. She could feel the strength of his arousal and had her own burning need aching between her thighs. She'd known kissing him would be dangerous, but curiosity had won.”
― H.S. Howe, Jingle My Snowballs

“The worst of our behaviors will always sabotage the best of our dreams.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Sin is the fentanyl of the soul. There’s a whole lot of dead people who thought that they could control the dosage.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I'm just a sinful man who happened to be a writer.”
― Nero Cani

“The genius of sin is that it renders men entirely catatonic to the fact that they’re entirely catatonic.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough