Quotes About Indulgence

Wait. Why am I thinking about Krispy Kremes? We're supposed to be exercising.

I haven't had anything to drink in so long, I figured it'd be best to have something I'd probably never want two of.

She hadn't planned on having another beer, but then...when did she ever plan to drink another one? They usually just followed one after the other like stepping stones set into a stream, and she hopped along them one at a time until she lost her balance and fell into the drink.

They say "Wine is Satan's falcon,"; apparently he uses it in hunting men!

Where did this come from? Do you know what this is? Luca is going to sneak out of bed in the middle of the night and squirt it on his tongue. It's like drugs for ten-year-olds. Today it's Ice Magic. Tomorrow, heroin.

One of Sir Topher's rules was to never indulge in sentimentality, never return for what was left behind.

So much hate and depression is making me feel sick, although that could also be attributed to the Pringles that I sandwiched between two Oreos.

But I want to give in to it sometimes

La dolce vita: good food, good drinks, good people. Because life is meant to be lived, and lived well

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He looked good, like sin in a suit.

John Maynard Keynes (d. 1946) felt similarly wistful, noting, "I should have drunk more champagne.

men spell relief S E X.

Fast cars are my only vice.

They go out, they drink a lot of beer and they eat dead pigs, and then they go home and have sex with strangers afterwards.

Animals shouldn't eat gumdrops! They shouldn't drink tea or chocolate milk, either.

That is, after I've eaten all the juicy parts.

As long as there's pasta and Chinese food in the world, I'm okay.

He'd almost forgotten how much he loved the cigarettes, what a poisonous comfort they were.

They live in unbridled pleasure; they offend Him, without thinking that each year they are closer to death.

Richard [Baker] had done his homework. From the beginning, he pointed out, the Buddhist practice of begging was based on an ancient notion of accumulating merit—not unlike the Roman Catholic indulgence scams. By giving food and money to the monks, wealthy patrons essentially accumulated merit badges, which were redeemable in the next life. Richard wondered if the tradition of begging—on the streets or in board rooms—wasn't corrupt. "Don't we want to avoid the idea of merit?

Thanksgiving is America's national chow-down feast, the one occasion each year when gluttony becomes a patriotic duty.

He gorged himself on sugar and alcohol—it was the quickest way to gain weight, and he liked the feeling of inebriation.

Trump became a regular at the club and later recounted seeing "things happening there that to this day I have never seen again. I would watch supermodels getting screwed, well-known supermodels getting screwed on a bench in the middle of the room. There were seven of them and each one was getting screwed by a different guy. This was in the middle of the room. Stuff that couldn't happen today because of problems of death." On