Best 53 quotes in «indulgence quotes» category

Fur is my default, my indulgence. All human beings and myself have a lot of defaults. Many indulgences.

I don't do all of this as an indulgence. I do it because I'm not a good enough actor to not do it.

I have to say I've been pretty lucky in that my French fry indulgences don't really affect my skin. I keep a stable routine.

Inaction that results from indulgence is Procrastination. Inaction that results from intention is Patience.

In general, indulgence for those we know is rarer than pity for those we know not.

Indulgences, not fulfillment, is what the world Permits us.

Pleasures are enhanced by a moderate indulgence.

Indulgence, twin sister of guilt.

Self-denial is indulgence of a propensity to forego.

Self-care is not about self-indulgence , it is about self-preservati on.

Self-restraint is indulgence of the propensity to forgo.

Rejecting all organs of informationbut my senses, I rid myself of the Pyrrhonisms with which an indulgence in speculations hyperphysical and antiphysical so uselessly occupy and disquiet the mind.

The indulgence in grief is a blunder.

The indulgence of revenge tends to make men more savage and cruel.

restraint equals indulgence

Shame can be self-indulgence too.

The gossip is like chocolate - a small indulgence in an otherwise serious diet.

Usually, autobiography is such an indulgence of the ego.

The only thing I can really trust is my own self-indulgence.

Too much indulgence has ruined thousands of children; too much love not one.

Where character forbids self-indulgence, transcendence still hovers around.

All have senses, but not all have sensuality because sensuality is predicated on one’s soul journey to self awareness and self love.

Anything that is exclusive will be accused of elitism; living one’s dreams will be called pretentious. So let’s indulge the whim and see where it takes us.

Anything worth doing is worth overdoing.

... a society devoted to self-destruction and waste but unwilling to acknowledge its indulgent ways.

There are scenes that were right on the edge, but I always try to err on non-indulgence. It's something that I'm very careful about, that I'm just leaning too hard into something.

Undoubtedly we render our consciences callous by evil indulgences; but we cannot entirely subdue that still, small voice.

When you and I are inclined to nestle down in indolence and self indulgence. God "stirs up our nests" and bids us fly upward.

All life is a jest, Imhotep - and it is death who laughs last. Do you not hear it at every feast? Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow you die.

And when all of the flourless chocolate cakes & chocolate mousse or ganache cakes have come and gone, there will still be nothing like a fudgy brownie, dry & crackled on top, moist & dense within, with a glass of cold milk.

Besides the pleasure, there is always remorse, from the indulgence of our passions; and, after all, what have you men to fear from all this; the world excuses, and notoriety ennobles you?

Common man's patience will bring him more happiness than common man's power.

Grief lets you indulge in it, so that it can feed itself.

Heri kuishi kama maskini mwenye pesa nyingi kuliko tajiri mwenye mifuko iliyotoboka, kuliko kusema mbele za watu kwamba pesa haijakupa furaha. Wengi hupata jeuri ya kusema hivyo kutokana na umaskini wa watu wanaowazunguka.

I did not wait to hear the end of my father's story, for I had been with him myself after mass when we had met M. Legrandin; instead, I went downstairs to the kitchen to ask about the menu for our dinner, which was of fresh interest to me daily, like the news in a paper, and excited me as might the programme of a coming festivity.

In the heir's world, where everything was available, the unattainable had a wild allure.

Maskini mwenye pesa nyingi ni tajiri bahili. Tajiri mwenye mifuko iliyotoboka ni tajiri badhiri.

There is no pleasure that I haven't made myself sick on.

The scent of rain on a sultry spring evening is always an indulgence.

Guilt is an indulgence, it entangles you in the past.

I fear that we are being led to become morally lazy. Our affluence has given many of us almost immediate access to virtually anything we want. We have grown comfortable with indulgence, and we don't want to feel guilty about it. Guilt prods us toward the hard work of changing. That's why we want our heroes to be flawed like we are. They assure us that our weaknesses, addictions, moral lapses, and compromises are not unusual. Such heroes become mirrors reflecting a comfortable image that says, Hey, don't get so uptight about your failures and lapses. We're all like this.

Indulgence comes in all varieties: a mouthful of gourmet chocolate, a hot stone massage, a week in Paris or 20 uninterrupted minutes to get lost in a book.

Since we are living in an open society with a space for tolerance and indulgence, we must monitor assiduously the permanent changes of habits and customs and the "normality barometer" should be determined and adjusted, time after time. ("On a doggy day”)

The secret tugs at my sleeve. A child looking for attention. It is not a big secret. But it is not the only one either. “Strength in numbers” they say. For they are many. Many little things that – together – weigh tonnes. And take up space. And are quite noisy. The way only a lot of whispers can make noise. And they follow me. Little secrets of omission, desire, and denial. Of indulgence, hedonism, and exploration. Of peeves, passion, and deep-seated fear. Little secrets of despair and disrepair and prohibited thoroughfare.

The weak thrive on indulgence.

Time is male and in his cups drinks to the fair. Bemused be gallantry we hear our mediocrities over-prized, indolence read as abnegation, slattern thought styled intuition every lapse forgiven, our crime only to cast too bold a shadow or smash the mold straight off.

The taste for luxuries increases with marvelous rapidity under indulgence. ("A Night In An Old Castle")

Toa msaada katika jamii iliyosaidia kukulea ulipokuwa mdogo.

Anything that feels good couldn't possibly be bad.

Why must there always be a price to pay for every indulgence, and why must it so often be withdrawn from the bankrupt accounts of the innocent?