Quotes About Indulgence

You won't kiss me for diamonds," he said, his voice slightly raspy, "but you will for chocolates?" Poppy nodded. As Harry turned his face away, she saw his cheek tauten with a smile. "I'll put in a daily order, then.

Given the choice between eating this cupcake or watching Ryan Gosling and Jon Hamm wrestle each other for the privilege of having sex with me, I'd choose the cupcake.

Whereas other clubs served the eternal beefsteak and apple tart, the lavish buffet at Jenner's was constantly replenished with ever-more artful dishes... hot lobster salad, casserole of pheasant, prawns on pillowy beds of pureed celery root, quail stuffed with grapes and goat cheese and served in pools of cream sauce. And Evie's favorite- a sticky flourless almond cake topped with raspberries and a thick layer of meringue.

Oh, dear," she said, staring into her nearly empty cup. "Did I drink all of that?" Nick took the cup from her and set it on the table. "I'm afraid so." "Only you could undo my years of training at Maidstone's in one evening," she said, making him grin. His gaze lowered to her mouth, and he traced the edge of her jaw with his fingertip. "Are you completely corrupted now? No? Then let's go home, and I'll finish the job.

When someone asks if you'd like cake or pie, why not say you want cake and pie?

What it lacks in prostitution, it makes up for in drugs and public urination.

I don't do yoga. I bite the hella outta my nails. I smoke, I eat all the wrong food, I don't exercise.

Chocolate isn't food; it's a drug meant to cure all.

I just don't see the point of not eating cheese. I mean, if God didn't want us to eat cheese, would he have let man invent it?

I really need an ice cream cone right now. Chocolate. Anything chocolate. Maybe chocolate ice cream dipped in chocolate.

Harlan, Cody, and I stand there and gaze at it all. The glistening fried chicken, the potato salad, and fried okra. The biscuits still steaming in the oven. A ramekin of honey butter and another of ranch dressing set off the meal. The chess pie and the Blue Bell ice cream are just begging to be devoured.

An improper mind is a perpetual feast.

That night an enormous dinner

Sex is all right, but a hot fudge sundae don't never ask if the baby's really his.

Love makes the world go around, but so does a gallon of vodka and a box of Cuban cigars.

If they really wanted us to resist temptation, they shouldn't a made it so damn tempting.

You lose a couple of pounds and get a guy good and drunk, you could have a hell of a good time even if you are not smart.

Chocolate may be cheaper than a psychiatrist, but the latter doesn't generally adhere to your ass for the rest of your natural life.

There isn't much a pan of warm Brownies and a glass of milk will fix. In less it's low grain prices. Or poverty. Or the national debt. I guess there are a few things, but nothing you have to worry about right this minute.

It is good that man should accept at face value the cheats of sense and snares of flesh, and through the fogs of sentiency pursue the lures and lies of passion.

The tantalizing aroma of chocolate involves more than three hundred chemical compounds and the flavor can have more than five hundred components.

Desserts are for pleasure. They are indulgences and luxuries, and we count on them to raise our spirits. And what could raise a mood or spirit better than a luscious creamy dessert like a quivering panna cotta, a rich butterscotch pudding, a caramel apple shortcake, or a Venetian-style fried custard?... When we're served them, we feel safe and loved, and when we prepare them and serve them to others, we feel generous and nurturing.

Don't wreck a sublime chocolate experience by feeling guilty. Chocolate isn't like premarital sex. It will not make you pregnant. And it always feels good.

Don't wreck a sublime chocolate experience by feeling guilty. Chocolate isn't like premarital sex. It will not make you pregnant. And it always feels good.