Quotes About Indulgence

I'm going to spend it all. . . why leave it to our errors?

A little of what you fancy does you good.

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself.

The trouble with eating Italian food is that five or six days later you're hungry again.

Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.

A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can you want?

It's true Heaven forbids some pleasures, but a compromise can usually be found.

Vice goes a long way tow'rd makin' life bearable. A little vice now an' thin is relished by th' best iv men.

Kažu da nije znao šta je žensko tijelo ni plotsko uživanje uopšte. Nikada nije okusio nikakva opojnog pi?a, ni fildžan kafe, ni dim duvana. Ali nije osu?ivao one koji se služe svim tim božjim darovima za ovoga kratkoga života.

One never kids about monkey sex with chocolate sauce.

being seduced is a pleasure in itself. One yields for the sake of yielding.

Why?" Eve leaned forward. "Sincerely, I've always wanted to know why anyone buys multiple pairs of shoes at a time." "If I have to explain it, the joy is lost.

That's a lot of vegetables. It is, yes, and if you eat them like a good girl... He lifted the silver lid on another plate, revealed a small pizza, with pepperoni arranged into a smiley face. She tried to give him a stony stare, but the laugh won out. You think you're cute, don't you, pal? Adorable. In this case, you can have adorable. Ow! She managed the stony stare when he slapped her hand away from the pizza. Vegetables first.

A pity it was so early in the day and I couldn't treat myself to the roller coaster. we'll have to come back, you and I, and make up for it. Sure, when I've lost my mind and want to rush screaming through the air in a little car.

That's a 'Fuck Me' car and you know it." ~ Dallas "Well, yeah. Maybe. But it's got to be fast." ~ Peabody

I think I've just lost five pounds in fear sweat. Peabody mopped at her face. Now I want a cannoli. I don't know why. With a laugh, Roarke shifted to grin at her. I'll buy you a dozen, precious. Cannolis, for God's sake.

She didn't want the medi-techs. She wanted a fucking candy bar. [...] She reached down [...] and chose a Galaxy bar [...] I'm going home. You didn't pay for that, Francois shouted after her. Fuck you, Frank, she shouted back and kept going.

He watched, somewhat fascinated as she swished a slice of bacon through the pool of syrup. His steely-minded cop had the appetite of a five-year-old.

She stuffed in more waffles, and thought if every day started off with sex and waffles, people would maybe be less inclined to kill each other.

She didn't want the medi-techs. She wanted a fucking a candy bar.

Well...yeah. It just goes to show. (Peabody) Show what (Dallas) You should get dressed up, go dancing, drink grown-up cocktails, and have sex as much as you can before you're dead. (Peabody)

Get ready to do just that." Eve grabbed her coat. "Oh my God." Reo made a hum of almost sexual pleasure. "Really?" Keeping some distance, Eve shrugged into the coat. "Seriously, sex noises over a coat?" "It's … delicious." "Don't lick it. Once," Eve said, knowing damn well she wouldn't get past Reo without it. "You can touch it, but just once.

Eve bit into some bacon -- honestly, good sex, a hot shower, then bacon? Did a morning get any better?

They are not to be scarfed, the cinnamon sticky bun, but savored.