Quotes About Indulgence

I love thee like puddings; if thou wert pie I'd eat thee.

To be tempted and indulged by the city's most brilliant chefs. It's the dream of every one of us in love with food.

Chocolate, I am sure, is the concrete manifestation of love.

You've got to try this," I told Bones, handing him the glass. "It's like Cristal and O-Negative had a love child.

There are people that are vegetarians that love bacon.

There are only three things worthwhile -- fighting, drinking, and making love.

I love food so much, all I have to do is look at it and I gain 5 pounds.

What I love is Mexican hot chocolate, like a spicy hot chocolate - adding cayenne pepper to the Hershey's cocoa and making a spicy-sweet treat.

I try to eat on the healthier side, but baked goods are hard to resist. I just love sweet things.

On the other hand, a flaccid, moping, debauched mollusc, tired from too much love and loose-nerved from general world conditions, can be a shameful thing served raw upon the shell.

Love based upon indulgence of animal passion, is at best a selfish affair, and likely to snap under the slightest strain.

I love to eat, and if I could, I'd eat every second of my life.

I eat anything, especially sweets. Chocolate, cookies, and I love mint-chip ice cream.

I was a ravenous child. I'm a ravenous adult. I love to eat.

I love South American food, and I haven't really been down there. I really need a vacation.

I love shoes. I am a shoe fanatic. I have a special closet in my home just for my shoes.

There comes a time in every woman's life when the only thing that helps is a glass of champagne.

They could practice making themselves gorgeous. After the pizza. Fat and gorgeous. Ellen sighed. Oh, well. Aunt Clare made caramel corn, Amy said wickedly. But if you think it's too fattening-- Ellen groaned. I'll blow up and burst, but I'll die happy, she said.

Even though sugar was very expensive, people consumed it till their teeth turned black, and if their teeth didn't turn black naturally, they blackened them artificially to show how wealthy and marvelously self-indulgent they were.

To an American the whole purpose of living, the one constant confirmation of continued existence, is to cram as much as sensual pleasure as possible into one's mouth more or less continuously. Gratification, instant and lavish, is a birthright

It is an intoxicating experience to taste Coca-Cola as if for the first time and to be conveyed to the very brink of orgasm by white bread. Makes all the discomfort worthwhile, if you ask me.

Eventually, mercifully, the waitress prised the spoons out of our hands and took the dessert stuff away, and we were able to stumble zombielike out into the night.

began to feel that queasy guilt that you can only know if you have lived among the English—a terrible suspicion that any pleasure involving more than a cup of milky tea and a chocolate digestive biscuit is somehow irreligiously excessive.

We all know that if we consume too much beer and cake and pizza and cheeseburgers and all the other things that make life frankly worth living, we will add pounds to our bodies because we have taken in too many calories. But what exactly are these little numerical oddments that are so keen to make us round and wobbly?