Quotes About Indulgence

I tried to make each half sandwich last for three full bites, though I could easily have popped them into my mouth whole.

For me, the cinema is not a slice of life, but a piece of cake.

Conversation is the enemy of good wine and food.

Revenge is sweet and not fattening.

todo es tan limpio que cuando nos acercamos a la caja con nuestra bandeja y la mujer nos pregunta si deseamos agregarle alguna salsa a lo que vamos a comer, provoca decirle no gracias, mosquéemelo un poquito

She had been privileged and protected like a pig in a diamond-encrusted pigsty lined with red velvet cushions.

My favorite thing in the world is a box of fine European chocolates which is, for sure, better than sex.

No one made cars like this anymore. She could suck a gas pump dry and empty a man's wallet without ever coming up for air. Hard to resist a beauty with that combo of skills - especially when she made him feel so damn good while it happend.

Let us drink. Why wait for the lighting of the lamps? Night is a hair's breadth away. Take down the great goblets from the shelf, dear friend, for the son of Semele and Zeus gave us wine to forget our pains. Mix two parts water, one wine, and let us empty the dripping cups—urgently.

Queridos amigos; todos los días oigo decir entre vosotros: "Soy pobre, no puedo hacer caridad"; y veo también que os falta la indulgencia para vuestros semejantes; nada les perdonáis, y os constituís en jueces, a menudo severos, sin preguntaros si estaríais satisfechos de que hicieran otro tanto con vosotros. ¿Acaso la indulgencia no es también caridad? Los que sólo podéis hacer la caridad indulgente, hacedla al menos, pero hacedla con grandeza.

os princípios da verdadeira caridade, que são: a benevolência, a indulgência, a abnegação e o devotamento.

Leaving this changeling for George, she washed his ripe fruit, and bit and broke the skin. An intense tang, the underside of velvet. Then flesh dissolved in a rush of nectar. Juice drenched her hand and wet the inside of her wrist. She had forgotten, if she'd ever know, that what was sweet could also be so complicated, that fruit could have a nap, like fabric, soft one way, sleek the other.

He kept one eye on Matt as he talked. He could tell Matt was close to orgasm by the way he title his head to the side and bit his lower lip. "And what about your partner, Mr. Tucker?" Troy asked. Chris raised his eyebrows in surprise and Mr. Waters gave him a greasy, unpleasant smile. "Does your partner cook?" Chris grinned as Matt came all over the red leather seat. "Actually, he makes a delicious white sauce.

Number of empty Ben & Jerry's containers: 3 -- two mint chocolate cookie, one plain vanilla. (Who buys plain vanilla ice cream from Ben & Jerry's, anyway? Is there a greater waste?)

We don't have to do this. Just say the word and I can have a jet here in an hour. We can go anywhere

I just sat there, craving gelato.

How much did you put in there?" Liz shrugged and looked slightly guilty. And slightly wicked. It was a terribly evil combination. "I couldn't be sure that he'd eat it all, and if he just took one bite, that might not be enough to --" "Liz," I whispered, needing her to get to the point. "Five times more than recommended!" she blurted

A thin layer of chocolate covers my fingers when I'm finished. "Here," she says, handing me a handkerchief. I rub my hands on my jeans.

Which is why I'd strongly caution you against scripting an ending that indulges your fears before you've had a chance to discover if they're even valid or real.

Oltre agli innumerevoli altri vantaggi lo champagne ha la capacità di riconfortarmi. E anche quando non so da cosa ho bisogno di essere riconfortata, la bevanda lo sa.

she ran to the little bed and seized hold of her beloved with a tender moan (my chocolate croissant, my little warm brioche), and began to eat her up with kisses. This consuming love never stopped. When Marie drank her coffee, she would nibble her daughter's cheek between two sips, the way others take a puff on their cigarette.

100s and 1000s, if

You want enough to fill you up. You want more cocaine and more vodka. You want more of all of them, of men, of the things that stick out of them, egos and Marlboro reds and dirty words about banging your perfect ass.

So what. I'd make up whatever I lacked in other ways. Quickly. Fast, fast. Gimme my cake. It was time to fuck.