My
besetting sin is imagining too much and forgetting my duties.
I did not then know the
besetting sin of woman, the passion to discuss her private affairs with anyone who is willing to listen.
The cursed greed which has been my
besetting sin through life has withheld from her the treasure, half at least of which should have been hers.
His
besetting sin at archery had ever been an undue haste and carelessness.
In the constant effort not to be betrayed into a new phase of the
besetting sin of his experience, the pursuit of selfish objects by low and small means, and to hold instead to some high principle of honour and generosity, there might have been a little merit.
His
besetting sin gained so fast upon him, however, that it was found impossible to employ him in the situations in which he really was useful to the theatre.
I know he couldn't love a Linton; and yet he'd be quite capable of marrying your fortune and expectations: avarice is growing with him a
besetting sin.
But I thought - I implore you to remember the narrow construction which has been my
besetting sin - that, in a case where there was so much disparity in point of years -'
These are the five
besetting sins of a general, ruinous to the conduct of war.
If he had belonged to the present generation he would, under the circumstances, have fallen into one of the
besetting sins of England in these days--the tendency (to borrow an illustration from the stage) to "strike an attitude" in the presence of a social emergency.
The other
besetting sin of African presidents, unfortunately, is that if they come from the biggest tribe (as they most often do), when they get into deep political trouble their default solution is to fall back on tribal loyalties.
Even more than lackluster design, value engineering is the
besetting sin of architecture in the five boroughs, and it produces that sinking feeling that corners were cut, and the cheapest materials were used, to save the most money.
Ennui, Baudelaire once wrote, is the
besetting sin of bourgeois society, and all McGavran's characters are decidedly bourgeois, whether they are happy or unhappy.
However, our
besetting sin is our lethargy, which has really brought us where we are.
Ward was scornful of most other anarchists' obsession with the history of their tradition: 'I think the
besetting sin of anarchism has been its preoccupation with its own past .
