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“Any halfway clever devil would decorate the highway to Hell as beautiful as possible.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“I will become an ocean and make you my greatest secret ever, I'll keep thousands of demons to guard my secret. I'll create storms that none has ever seen. I will lure everyone to the darkest sides and will destroy them if they try to reach you and see what I am hiding back in my heart.”
― Akshay Vasu

“Success involves avoiding the lure of making excuses.”
― Jeffrey Fry

“There is a lure in power. It can get into a man's blood just as gambling and lust for money have been known to do.”
― Harry S. Truman

“The most dangerous people in the world are not the tiny minority instigating evil acts, but those who do the acts for them â€� for a paycheck. To act without a conscience, but for a paycheck, makes anyone a dangerous animal. The devil would be powerless if he couldn’t entice people to do his work. So as long as money continues to seduce the hungry, the hopeless, the broken, the greedy, and the needy, there will always be war between people.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“A relationship is like being in a forest, where snakes lurk awaiting the chance to entice.”
― Anthony Liccione

“The choices that women make sometimes seems provoking and at the same time amusing. I once met a lady who said she liked my amusing facial expression.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Don’t embrace mediocrity; its main charm is to make you fall in love with failure. Speed offâ€� Excellence awaits you at the end of your journey!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“Money spent, will never out value spent time.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Zach finally acknowledges me when my elbow smacks against his side as I shove my way between him and Rachel. He straightens and mumbles so only I can hear, “Damn, she gives me a hard-on. Gorgeous, and she knows cars.â€�
“I suggest you back the f*ck off,� I mutter.
Zach smirks. > “Hey, you’re the one that left her here with me.�
“What are you guys talking about?� Rachel asks.
“C²¹°ù²õ,â€� I say. “You said you needed to be home by ten. It’s nine-thirty.â€�
She blinks as if she just woke up. “Crap. Already?�
I step aside so Rachel can exit the driver’s seat. Because Rachel is every guy’s fantasy, Zach begs her to stay: she should see the engine, she can ride in his car, she can drive his car. Each of his attempts to lure her to stay causes me to think of one more way to hide the body parts after I kill him.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“No single mountain ever came to me...
so I always go to them”
― Erik Tanghe

“If you keep on saying a single thing to yourself, you are likely to attract it to yourself, dreaming it always, then in a twinkle of an eye, it comes to you.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“It is my belief that almost anyone can be had with breadcrumbs. For if you leave a trail of the right variety, your prey will come straight to you.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

“Weakness is an irresistible lure.”
― Kiersten White, And I Darken

“I have come to realize that my stupid gestures excites women alot, and if I'm really stupid, i will dare to take them to bed and excite them even more.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Then he went up to the window. His heart began pounding excitedly when he turned back the yellow linen of the curtain.

An enchantingly beautiful spectacle was revealed before him � although today he immediately noticed that there was something strange in the entire aspect of this extensive and excellently arranged Garden. Precisely what amazed him he was still unable to say right away, and he began to examine the Garden attentively.

What was there so unpleasant in its beauty? Why was the Youth's heart trembling so painfully?

Was it that everything in the enchanted Garden was too exact. All the paths were laid out geometrically, and all were of the same width, and all were covered with precisely the same amount of yellow sand; the plants were all arranged with exaggerated orderliness; the trees were trimmed in the form of spheres, cones and cylinders; the flowers were arranged according to the various shades so that their composition was pleasing to the eye, but for some reason or other this wounded the soul.

But giving it careful thought, what was there unpleasant in that orderliness which merely bore witness to the careful attention which someone paid to the Garden?

Of course there was no reason for this to cause the strange apprehension which oppressed the Youth. But it was in something else as yet incomprehensible to the Youth.

One thing was for certain, though, that this Garden did not resemble any other garden which the Youth had happened to see in his time. Here he saw giant flowers of an almost too brilliant color � at times it seemed that many-colored fires were burning in the midst of the luxuriant greenery � brown and black stalks of creeping growths, thick like tropical serpents; leaves of a strange shape and immeasurable size, whose greeness seemed to be unnaturally brilliant.

Heady and languid fragrances wafted through the window in gentle waves, breaths of vanilla, frankincense and bitter almond, sweet and bitter, ecstatic and sad, like some joyous funereal mysterium.

The Youth felt the tender yet lively touches of the gentle wind. But in the Garden it seemed as if the wind had no strength and lay exhausted on the tranquil green grass and in the shadows beneath the bushes of the strange growths. And because the trees and grass of the strange Garden were breathlessly quiet and could not hear the softly blowing wind above them and did not reply to it, they seemed to be inanimate. And thus they were deceitful, evil and hostile to man.

("The Poison Garden")”
― Valery Bryusov, Silver Age of Russian Culture

“This is the lure of all things destructive, in that they have us equate what feels good as being good.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Close your eyes and journey
into the world of golden lure.
Its path a light for the heart
to play in a new world breeze.

[Evergold Dream]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Out from the servient shoulders of some smooth-tongued Waiter it stares, into the scared dilating pupils of the White Satin Bride with her pledged hand clutching her Bridegroom's sleeve. Up from the gravelly, pick-and-shovel labor of the new-made grave it lifts its weirdly magnetic eyes to the Widow's tears. Down from some petted Princeling's silver-trimmed saddle horse it smiles its electrifying, wistful smile into the Peasant's sodden weariness. Across the slender white rail of an always out-going steamer it stings back into your gray, land-locked consciousness like the tang of a scarlet spray. And the secret of the face, of course, is "Lure"; but to save your soul you could not decide in any specific case whether the lure is the lure of personality, or the lure of physiognomy—a mere accidental, coincidental, haphazard harmony of forehead and cheek-bone and twittering facial muscles.”
― Eleanor Hallowell Abbott, The Indiscreet Letter

“RULES OR LURES?

Anagram for: Religion or Cult?

Kamil Ali”
― Kamil Ali, Profound Vers-A-Tales

“Youths should study,' grumbled the Old Woman, 'and not take the laws apart. And you, dear Youth, before you become acquainted with the Beautiful Woman, take a good look into her Garden through the window tomorrow morning, when everything is clearly and genuinely visible in the light of the sun. You will see that in the Garden there are no flowers which are familiar to anyone here, and only such flowers as none of us in the City know. Just think about this carefully, after all, there is something strange about it. The devil is cunning; is this not his creation for the damnation of people?'

("The Poison Garden")”
― Valery Bryusov

“The world will always try to lure us away so that it can infect us with sin.”
― Sunday Adelaja

“Free' is the word that can lure many into the world of Consumerism.”
― H.B.R. Patel, VIKAS 2.7: Rebooting Development

“I hate to tell you, honey, but this won't snag you a striped bass."
I take my change, grab the binoc strap, and stuff the squishy pink lure into the pocket of my jeans. "Oh, I know. This is for something else. I wouldn't use anything but a topwater plug for catchin' stripers." I'm not even sure how I know this.
There's a change in the shopkeeper's face. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Worth the $2.75 I've just spent on this silly lure.”
― Virginia Hartman, The Marsh Queen

“Edgar picks up the mallet. The steer comes up close to him. Edgar looks into the animal's eyes and caresses its forehead. The cow stomps one hoof, wags its tail and snorts. Edgar shushes the animal and its movements slow. There is something about this shushing that makes the cattle drowsy, it establishes a mutual trust. An intimate connection. With his thumb smeared in lime, Edgar Wilson makes the sign of the cross between the ruminant's eyes and takes two steps back. This is his ritual as a stun operator.”
― Ana Paula Maia, Of Cattle and Men