Diane von Furstenberg Quotes

It is the nature of the wise to resist pleasures, but the foolish to be a slave to them.

I eat leftover caviar by hand, with baked potato, like peasants.

Temptation to behave is terrible.

Temptation is impossible for me to resist... Come on. This is Hollywood. It's in the job description.

Why resist temptation? There will always be more.

I was not created to be occupied by eating delicious foods like tied up cattle.

Steak and its accompaniments - wine, vegetables, potatoes and generous desserts - is a primal source of pleasure to which many people can relate.

I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it.

I can resist everything except temptation.

The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it... I can resist everything but temptation.

If anybody tells me to stop eating chocolates or pizzas, I won't be able to do it.

A good cut of steak is always a go-to splurge.

If you know cookies are your weakness, don't even bring them in the house because, like me, you will eat them.

I have always espoused chastity except when one can no longer resist the temptation.

Oh, impossible. Fancy cream puffs so soon after breakfast. The very idea made one shudder. All the same, two minutes later Jose and Laura were licking their fingers with that absorbed inward look that only comes from whipped cream.

If you're going to lick the icing off somebody else's cake you won't be nourished and it won't do you any good,--or you might find the cake had caraway seeds and you hate them.

Everything was a trap: women, drugs, whiskey, wine, scotch, beer - even beer - cigars, and cigarettes. Traps: Work or no work. Traps: Artistry or no artistry; everything sucked you into some spiderweb. I disdained the use of the needle for the same reason that I disdained some so-called beautiful women - the price was far beyond the measure of the worth. I didn't want to hustle that hard.

Tea would arrive, the cakes squatting on cushions of cream, toast in a melting shawl of butter, cups agleam and a faint wisp of steam rising from the teapot shawl.

We are all tempted, Mma. We are all tempted when it comes to cake.

All Paradise opens! Let me die eating ortolans to the sound of soft music!

You can have your cake and eat it. But my God, it will go rotten inside you.

...lust is only a sweet poison for the weakling, but for those who will with a lion's heart it is the reverently reserved wine of wines.

The whole idea we have for their chastity is ridiculous. They would have to become numb and invisible to please us. I don't know whether the exploits of Alexander and Caesar really surpass the resolution of a beautiful young woman, bred up in the light and commerce of our society, who still keeps herself whole. There is no doing so hard as not doing.

Ah, Caviar! I keep on eating it, but can never get my fill. Like olives. It's a lucky thing it's not salty.

Put temptation on the unenjoyment line.