Quotes About Excess

They are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing.

If music be the food of love, play on;Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die.That strain again! it had a dying fall:O! it came o'er my ear like the sweet soundThat breathes upon a bank of violets,Stealing and giving odor!

Out-paramoured the Turk.

For I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment. I did not want to surrender fierceness for a small gain in yardage. My wife married a man; I saw no reason why she should inherit a baby.

Hollywood is a sewer with service from the Ritz Carlton.

Und du hast keinen würdigen Empfang für uns vorbereitet, mit Musik, Wein und halbnackten Sklavinnen, die uns zu Diensten sind?« fragte Bjorn tadelnd.

In Beverly Hills, they don't throw their garbage away — they make it into television shows.

The more dishes a man has on his table beyond what is sufficient, the sooner satiety in eating comes upon him.

Hedonia is happiness we get when we take from the world. Chocolate. Parties. Stuff. It's all coming from outside ourselves.

There are a large number of small to midsize businesses that generate impressive excess cash, most of them family owned businesses.

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! That we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts.

Their deaths didn't seem to apply to us, maybe because their deaths, like their lives, were exercises in excess. In some ways they were simply living out the music. "I'm wasted," sang the Who. "I hope I die before I get old." And "Why don't you all just f-f-f-f-fade away.

Oh it's just my breakfast, Lisa. A couple of bags of Maltesers, a Toblerone, a Bounty, Jelly Tots, some Skips, seven bags of Monster Munch, Raj was doing a special offer on those, a box of Creme Eggs, and a can of Diet Coke.

John's old Caddie had a huge engine that would qualify as a human rights violation if built today. It roared down the road, chugging gas and farting a blue cloud of dinosaur souls.

So why do we call her crazy for piling her trailer full of more cats than she could take care of but applaud when somebody accumulates more money than they can spend? They're both hoarders.

The Plutocracy's insatiable hunger for pixelated information is enough to put a bulimic Pac-Man to shame

There's more than enough for the many, but somehow never enough for the few

The end result of a culture of pure consumption is a mountain of pure shit

indulged in excess in the flowing bowl"—a polite term, in those days, for drunkenness.

There is no pleasure that I haven't made myself sick on.

In matters of money there's no such thing as enough.

The obese is in a total delirium. For he is not only large, of a size opposed to normal morphology: he is larger than large. He no longer makes sense in some distinctive opposition, but in his excess, his redundancy.

We are no longer in a state of growth; we are in a state of excess. We are living in a society of excrescence. The boil is growing out of control, recklessly at cross purposes with itself, its impacts multiplying as the causes disintegrate.

Everywhere one seeks to produce meaning, to make the world signify, to render it visible. We are not, however, in danger of lacking meaning; quite the contrary, we are gorged with meaning and it is killing us.