Quotes About Indulgence

Stress wouldn't be so hard to take if it were chocolate covered.

At twenty-one, Mark had been long and leanly muscled, not a spare inch on him. Rainey's gaze ran down his thirty-four-year-old body and she had to admit he was even better now. In fact, the only way to improve on that body would be to dip it into chocolate.

A glass of wine is always the solution. Even if you aren't sure of the problem." PHOEBE TRAEGER

By age thirty-five, women have only a few taste buds left: one for alcohol, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.

There's a big difference between want and need, she muttered to herself, picking her pad and pen back up. I mean I want a bikini body, but I need chicken nuggets.

Chocolate is good for three things. Two of them can't be mentioned in polite company.

As a rule, she ate fairly healthily but all bets were off during times of stress. Proving the point, she'd just polished off an entire bag of pizza rolls by herself and was covered in crumbs and questioning her choices in life.

The calories in chocolate don't count because chocolate comes from the cocoa bean, and everyone knows that beans are good for you.

One of life's little mysteries is how a two-pound box of chocolate can make a person gain five pounds. M

She wanted him. She wanted him bad, too. But he seemed more like one of those kind of ideas that sounded really good in the moment, but had the potential to turn out spectacularly bad. Like when she opened a family size bag of chips and then ate the whole thing.

After fighting a brush fire at the base of Cedar Ridge for ten straight hours, Aidan Kincaid had only three things on his mind: sex, pizza, and beer. Given the way the day had gone, he'd gladly take them in any order he could get them.

I can't think in your presence. Why not? Because looking at you is like... She tossed up her hands. It's like walking down the chips and cookie aisle at the grocery store. I can't resist you, and then I'll forget why you're bad for me.

Dessert doesn't go to the stomach, dessert goes to the heart.

Nice," the clerk said without a smidgeon of judgment in his voice as he rang her up. "I especially like the way you've got the entire junk food pyramid represented here. That's not easy to do." She had a rack of donuts, two pies—one lemon, one cherry—a pint of caramel delight ice cream, a family-size bag of chips, and now cookies as well. "Bad breakup?" the clerk asked.

the good Lord put alcohol and carbs on this planet for a reason and I'll be damned if I'm going to let Him down.

No matter how much you eat, there's always room for dessert. Dessert doesn't go to the stomach, dessert goes to the heart.

Balanced eating is … a cookie in each hand.

All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.

Brownies and a condom.

Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead, I said solemnly, and frosting of white.

Likest thou jelly within thy doughnut?

Likest thou jelly within thy doughnut? Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead, I said solemnly, and frosting of white.

Chili dogs, funnel cakes, fried bread, majorly greasy pizza, candy apples, ye gods. Evil food smells amazing -- which is either proof that there is a Satan or some equivalent out there, or that the Almighty doesn't actually want everyone to eat organic tofu all the time. I can't decide.

Two million bucks would buy you a lot of ramen.