All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me.

Beautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.

Temptation isn't a sin that you triumph over once, completely and then you're free. Temptation slips into bed with you each night and helps you say your prayers. It wakes you in the morning with a friendly cup of coffee, and knows exactly how you take it.

Think you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night?

At the very last moment, just before its lips claimed hers, its grip on her face relaxed slightly and she did the only thing she could think of: She head-butted it. Snapped her head back, then forward again, and bashed it square in the face as hard as she could. So hard, in fact, that it made her woozy and gave her an instant migraine, making her wonder how Jean-Claude Van Damme always managed to coolly continue fighting after such a stunt. Obviously, movies lied.

A lamb in a city of wolves.

I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.