Quotes About Indulgence

A GLUTTON IS ONE who raids the icebox for a cure for spiritual malnutrition.

Immense wealth, and its lavish expenditure, fill the great house with all that can please the eye, or tempt the taste. Here, appetite, not food, is the great desideratum.

The table groans under the heavy and blood-bought luxuries gathered with painstaking care, at home and abroad. Fields, forests, rivers and seas, are made tributary here. Immense wealth, and its lavish expenditure, fill the great house with all that can please the eye, or tempt the taste.

The perfect woman indulges in literature just as she indulges in a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, looking around to see if anybody notices it — and to make sure that somebody does.

A little poison now and then: that maketh pleasant dreams. And much poison at last for a pleasant death.

The brandy was all drunk.

She was vanilla ice cream with meringue and maple syrup on

The very freedom which the sinner supposedly exercises in his self-indulgence is only another proof that he is ruled by the tyrant.

there are only two philosophies of life: one is first the feast, then the headache; the other is first the fast and then the feast.

There's very little in my world that a foot massage and a thin-crust, everything-on-it pizza won't set right.

Everything that has calories in my kitchen is my favorite

I'm tempted by rubbish food after wins.

Give me a hot drink, and I'm happy. Hot cider, hot chocolate, coffee... I like all winter beverages!

It strikes me as one of nature's greatest jokes that the types of food we all like to eat more than anything (especially in winter) are the very things that cause the most insane weight gain - mounds of fluffy mashed potato, hot, thickly buttered toast, huge, steaming bowls of pasta, great big... actually, I'll stop there.

I look forward to going to Chicago because it's where I grew up, and the food there is so munch. Especially during the winter, I get deep dish pizza or Italian beef, and it warms me up. It's something I don't normally get, especially here in L.A. where you're always trying to be healthy.

In winter I love a pasty.

All of my pleasures are guilty, but that's just the way I'm wired.

I love eating it - grilled chicken, pasta, rice, and other foods that give me long term energy. Every once in a while, my sweet tooth gets the best of me and I have to snack on some candy. Beverage wise, I stick to sports drinks, water, milk, and juice.

I wish I was slimmer, but cheesecake, crumble and custard, panna cotta... I love 'em all!

I wish I wasn't eating Cheetos every night. Those are my favorite - I'm addicted to them!

I find it much more compelling to make a four-biter that leaves you wishing that you had a fifth. I think 'the tyranny of the entree' is the right way to put it. I don't want to build this giant plate of food.

I spend my weekends sleeping and watching DVDs, and eating at restaurants within a 2-block radius of my apartment.

I do watch some kind of terrible shows on VH1, 'Love & Hip Hop: Hollywood,' 'Basketball Wives.' Those are like my guilty pleasures. When I want to see some drama, I'll watch those.

I only really woke up in India. It was my first experience of plenty, strangely enough, because everything in England was rationed. I loved sweets, but you couldn't get them; then there was this marvelous mitthai - I went crazy.