Quotes About Indulgence

I am going to dedicate myself, full time, to my day-drinking.

Cook, at that moment in time, I would have sold my body for a mocha latte

I am dying. I haven't drunk champagne for a long time.

If ever I am a mother I will zealously strive against this crime of over-indulgence.  I can hardly give it a milder name when I think of the evils it brings.

His appetite for the stimulus of wine had increased upon him, as I had too well foreseen. It was now something more to him than an accessory to social enjoyment: it was an important source of enjoyment in itself.

It was no use beginning to dispute with such indulged, unreasoning creatures: so I held my peace. I was accustomed, now, to keeping silence when things distasteful to my ear were uttered; and now, too, I was used to wearing a placid smiling countenance when my heart was bitter within me.

When you look at a cupcake, you've got to smile.

His appetite was enormous: he would eat a breakfast of haddock, poached eggs, bacon, chicken and woodcock before a day's shooting, lunch and dinner of ten to fourteen courses, elaborate teas, snacks of lobster salad or cold chicken, with a cold chicken left by his bed at night in case he became hungry.

He was constantly, pathologically, insanely busy. That's how he afforded the wine.

The less worldly members of our household often refer to this small indulgence as a waste of money, yet they never fail to be surprised at how accurately I can list the actors in any given movie, even after a year.

Why couldn't Jesus command us to obsess over everything, to try to control and manipulate people, to try not to breathe at all, or to pay attention, stomp away to brood when people annoy us, and then eat a big bag of Hershey's Kisses in bed?

Maybe, I thought, after a few months of sobriety, you could successfully smoke marijuana again, or maybe every anniversary you got to have one glass of a perfectly chilled California Chardonnay.

She wants to have hiked; I want to have had dessert.

Kill the pain. I don't smoke or drink anymore. I'm too worried to gamble, too guilty to shoplift, and I've always hated clothes shopping. So what choices did that leave? I could go on a strict new diet or conversely, I could stuff myself to the rafters with fat, sugar and carcinogens. Ding! Ding! We have a winner.

There was currant toast squishy with butter, caramel-marshmallow squares, strawberry boats oozing custard, chocolate exclairs that exploded with cream when the cats bit into them with their little white teeth and-- a special treat for Pleasant-- a pie made from thick slices of Bramley apple, with just the right amount of tangy in the tangy-sweet.

But do not confuse romance with love. I know how to love." She stood up. "I fear your romance is largely an indulgence, and indulgence is selfishness and has to be paid for.

There's no way to cheat a sensualist like me, somebody who can die laughing for hours over the pattern of the carpet in a hotel lobby.

I saw my real gods . . the gods of most men. Food, drink, and security in conformity.

His hands would soon be trembling and he would have indigestion, but he didn't care. When you love coffee you abandon everything to that love.

One doesn't simply glut oneself on blood.

Y vi mis dioses verdaderos... los dioses de la mayoría de los hombres: la comida, la bebida y la seguridad en el conformismo. Cenizas.

it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

Move slowly as you drink. Let the music and the blood talk to you.

Chloe took a sip of her coffee. Strong as faith, sweet as love, black as sin.