Quotes About Delight

Because subjects like literature and art history have no obvious material pay-off, they tend to attract those who look askance at capitalist notions of utility. The idea of doing something purely for the delight of it has always rattled the grey-bearded guardians of the state. Sheer pointlessness has always been a deeply subversive affair.

Ce n'est pas pour rester dans le ciboire d'or qu'il descend chaque jour du ciel, mais afin de trouver un autre ciel: le ciel de notre âme où il prend ses délices.

Every little thing she does is magic.

Hence beauty consists in due proportion; for the senses delight in things duly proportioned, as in what is after their own kind---because even sense is a sort of reason, just as is every cognitive faculty. Now since knowledge is by assimilation, and similarity relates to form, beauty properly belongs to the nature of a formal cause.

There is a garden in her faceWhere roses and white lilies grow;A heavenly paradise is that placeWherein all pleasant fruits do flow.There cherries grow which none may buy,Till "cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.

Having one's will on the Tao is finding joy in the Tao; when one delights in the Tao, then one can practice the Tao.

Down in the human spirit there is a center that opens on to infinity... Our deepest hungers are not for food and drink, not for amusements and recreations, not for property and wardrobes, not for notoriety and gossip. We hunger for truth, we thirst to drink beauty, we yearn to celebrate, we seek to delight, we stretch out to love and be loved. That is why anything less than everything is not enough.

Sometimes the reason offered for seeking aesthetic excellence in the music of the church is that thereby one pleases God. I think that is true. But not because we know what music God enjoys-- though I suspect it must be music which is unified, rich, and intense! Rather, because it is in the joy of his people that God finds delight.

Read what you enjoy, not what bores you.

The most intelligent men, like the strongest, find their happiness where others would find only disaster: in the labyrinth, in being hard with themselves and with others, in effort; their delight is in self-mastery; in them asceticism becomes second nature, a necessity, an instinct. They regard a difficult task as a privilege; it is to them a recreation to play with burdens that would crush all others.

Thus many a melody passed to and fro between the two nightingales, drunk with their passion. Those who heard them listened in delight, and so similar were the two voices that they sounded like a single chant. Born of pain and longing, their song had the power to break the unhappiness of the world.

Here's the thing about dessert--you want it to last. You want to savor it.

Everyone needs cake, Del.

He's been very distracted the last few days." "Has he now?" "And short-tempered." Brenna found her appetite coming back. I'm delighted to hear it. I hope he suffers, the donkey's ass." Brenna went through the rest of her workday whistling, her mood bright and her hands nimble. She supposed it wasn't very charitable of her to take pleasure in the idea of another's unhappiness, but she was human, after all.

Ton: »Iss das jetzt. Durch mein Gebäck

Yes, she was thrilled to find Regan so content.

Die reinste Freude ist die Schadenfreude.

Read with joy!

Man is subordinate to certain absolute values; there is no delight in the human form leading to its natural reproduction; it is always distorted to fit the more abstract forms which convey intense religious emotion.

Desmond looked up from his plate. "I haven't eaten this good since…" He couldn't think of it. "They should inspect this place all the time.

I hold a theory that, sooner or later, if a man but live long enough, certain books destined for his peculiar delight will find him, however obscure they or he may be.

She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke upon the beach and the ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight raced over the floor of her mind and she felt, It is enough! It is enough!

Language is wine upon the lips.

Let us go, then, exploring, this summer morning, when all are adoring the plum blossom and the bee.