Quotes About Self-indulgence

Time with Rosemary was self-indulgence - time with Collis was nothing plus nothing.

The first really good piece I ever bought for myself was right after 'Gunsmoke' started. I couldn't wait to get my first pay check so I could buy that pinky finger ring, with diamonds and emeralds.

I like getting my feet massaged; I'll get whoever's closest to do it.

Like the 'little emperors' of one-child China, too many Boomers were taught early that the world was made (or saved) for their comfort and enjoyment. They behaved accordingly, with a self-indulgence that was wholly rational, given their situation.

It seemed that shopping could provide consolation if one was unhappy; a buzz of excitement if one was bored; self-indulgence if one had been rejected. Extravagant and frivolous maybe, but better surely than self-pity, turning for comfort to casual lovers, or taking to the bottle.

a fully flowered narcissist.

Lucullus dines with Lucullus,' that is quite sufficient.

Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. It could not do things.

Beauty's sister is vanity, and its daughter lust.

Livy's worldview was moral and romantic, and most thinking people of his age shared it. In the preface to his magnum opus, he stated that writing history was a way of escaping the troubles of the modern world: "Of late years wealth has made us greedy, and self-indulgence has brought us, through every kind of sensual excess, to be, if I may so put it, in love with death both individual and collective.

Sun worshippers? No. These people were here because they worshipped themselves.

I don't perceive an audience at all when I write a book. It's pure self-indulgence.

'Wall Street' was the big movie of 1987, the year in which Harveys opened. It was a film about greed and self-indulgence, about hunger for success, and Michael Douglas's line, 'breakfast is for wimps,' became a mantra for anyone who wanted to get to the top.

Theatre is castigated for wallowing in self-indulgence, but it's curiously unsentimental. You simply have to move on. Everything passes. Something in me likes that.

When you are a crank, you put yourself on the top of the list of people you make miserable.

Somehow or other, the loving parents had swallowed one of the Tempter's hooks, and the child was given total self-indulgence, which is far from free will. He still tempts. The ancient, primordial battle to destroy Community, to shatter Trinity, still continues. Creation still groans with the pain of it. Like it or not, we're caught in the middle.

When we seek our own pleasure as the ultimate good we place ourselves as the center of the universe.

What passes for art today is for the most part a demonstration of itself, for it is a fallacy to suppose that method can become the meaning and aim of art. Nonetheless, most modern artists spend their time self-indulgently demonstrating method.

I treat my poor heart like a sick child, and gratify its every fancy. Do not mention this again: there are people who would censure me for it.

I coddle my heart like a sick child and give in to its every whim. But don't tell a soul. There are people who would condemn me for it.

So infatuated are they by their own   splendor and magnificence, as to imagine that the whole world was made   only for them.

she is utterly incapable of enjoying a thing. Except the bar of the Colombe and a good flask of wine. And we all know what that leads to.

paunch lapping at his belt like a pale tongue, peeping out from beneath the fabric of his golf shirt, hairy and somehow obscene. He was

Selfie is nothing but a manifestation of selfishness on part of a person.