Quotes About Excess

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.

The Christmas tree, twinkling with lights, had a mountain of gifts piled up beneath it, like offerings to the great god of excess.

You know you've had too much to eat for Christmas dinner when you slump down onto a beanbag and realize... there is no beanbag.

Everyone became brave from excess of terror.

She abounds with lucious faults.

Over the epitaph of this generation it will say ENTERTAINED TO DEATH.

Many people have played themselves to death. Many people have eaten and drunk themselves to death. Nobody ever thought himself to death.

The only cure for a real hangover is death.

I am bound to add that the excess in too little has ever proved in me more dangerous than the excess in too much; the last may cause indigestion, but the first causes death.

When we're binging, we do not think about death. We just think about how good it tastes.

Drenka Balich's perfectionism on the job was not her only immoderate inclination.

That's the thing about wealth and power. Once you've learned to want it—that's all you learn. You don't learn satisfaction, you just want more. There's never enough. You'll never be rich enough, Johnnie, and you'll die in dissatisfaction.

Les vrais besoins ont une limite naturelle: nourriture, vêtements, abris, soins… Le superflu, lui, n'a pas de limite.

Excess of liberty, whether it lies in state or individuals, seems only to pass into excess of slavery.

Are not they temperate from a kind of intemperance?

The excess of liberty, whether in States or individuals, seems only to pass into excess of slavery.

The ruin of oligarchy is the ruin of democracy; for there is a law of contraries; the excess of freedom passes into the excess of slavery, and the greater the freedom the greater the slavery.

Lewis and I played my-God-how-tacky-is-that? with Patrick's collection of objets d'crap, finally coming to the conclusion that only a going-out-of-business sale at a whorehouse could really explain a lot of it.

The worse people feel the next day, the better the party.

Although he never speaks of how or what or why, I know that his childhood was difficult, that his parents broke his heart. Books and excess poundage are his insulation against pain.

He was mad with hope. In reasonable measure, hope sustains us. In great excess, it distorts perceptions, dulls the mind, corrupts the heart to no less an extent than does heroin.

Lacking television, radio, or internet, she hoards seven CD players with six-disc magazines

I rarely drink, but there are times when even drinking too much is not enough.

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