Quotes About Overindulgence

If I had three pancakes in the morning I'd be like, Oh, I feel a little full, did I eat too much? Maybe I ate too much, I don't feel perfect, what's going on?' It just snowballs.

Overindulgence had shattered his lambent rationality into myriad splinters, each consisting of an insight unrelated to any other, each brightly reflecting a star-hot whiteness now blazing in his stomach; he thought he might vomit.

Excess is success.

People in America are addicted to sugar and to fat and to salt.

Nothing exceeds like excess.

The ambition of most beings is just to stay alive, overeat, spend too much, and avoid hard work. I'm happy that I can achieve much more than that…and we all die sooner or later. A death in service of a great ideal is a fine thing.

You took too much man, too much, too much.

We had access to too much equipment, too much money, and little by little we went insane.

Too much fame, money or alcohol can make you stupid

Too much pleasure disagrees with us. Too many concords are annoying in music; too many benefits irritate us; we wish to have the wherewithal to overpay our debts.

It was my Fat Elvis period. I was eating and drinking like a pig. I was depressed and I was crying out for help. It's real. And I meant it.

T]he people of plenty were a people of waste.

The old man always used too much of everything, too many lemons, too much sugar, as if halfmeasures at anything were beneath him.

An orgy of words, after all, is still an orgy.

the excess of all good things is mischievous.

Ever eat so much you feel sick? Isn't that the best?

Nothing Succeeds like excess!

underscores the fact that parents' fears are well founded. The numbers don't lie, and there are too many of them to ignore or dismiss as random static or propaganda from any one interest group. The overindulgence that's epidemic

there was something extravagantly excessive about the peony from the start, as if God had intended to suggest with this particular bloom that you could have too much of a good thing.

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

A brief and hellish marriage followed by a period of Bacchanalian overindulgence had soured him on romance, although I regularly recommended to him a restorative bout of coitus, preferably with a strapping dairymaid—a course he had yet to embrace.

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

How much did you put in there?" Liz shrugged and looked slightly guilty. And slightly wicked. It was a terribly evil combination. "I couldn't be sure that he'd eat it all, and if he just took one bite, that might not be enough to --" "Liz," I whispered, needing her to get to the point. "Five times more than recommended!" she blurted

I'm carrying so much pork, I'm beginning to get trichinosis.