Quotes About Hedonism

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Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.

We titled it Anhedonia, which is a psychological symptom wherein one cannot experience pleasure.

In our society, daily experience teaches the individual to want and need a never-ending supply of new toys and drugs.

The poor have always had to live for the present, but now a desperate concern for personal survival, sometimes disguised as hedonism, engulfs the middle class as well.

He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.

The only reason people go to bars is to get drunk and have sex. To me, bars are what hell is like.

She went to all the parties and kissed all the boys, shoring up fun against despair, against the suffocating terror that loomed over her.

I always supposed I would be delicious,' I hear him say.

He had eaten as much as a travelling actor and drunk like the sands of the desert" Maxence Gilet

The quantity of pleasure being equal, push-pin is as good as poetry.

What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough?

Studio 54 made Halloween in Hollywood look like a PTA meeting.

The Hoover Commission agreed. Leisure was not, in fact, an excuse to relax. It was a hole to fill up with more wants (which, in turn, required more work to pay for them). Somehow the consumer solution satisfied both the industrial hedonists hell-bent on achieving a material paradise and the puritans who feared that unoccupied leisure would lead to sin. In fact, the new consumerism promoted all the deadly sins (lust, covetousness, gluttony, pride, envy) except perhaps anger and sloth.

We no longer live life. We consume it.

That is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones.

It was the feel of the cigarette between his fingers he wanted, the sharp intake of tobacco smoke into the lungs, not some slow oozing of poison through his skin into his blood. Pity about the health problems. He felt rather like St. Augustine must have felt when he wrote in his Confessions: "Give me chastity and continency—but not yet!

Rather than creating a pure Reich out of a Weimar Germany almost glorifying in its hedonistic allure, the Nazi hierarchy would exhibit every symptom of decadence. When the drug-addicted Goering was arrested in 1945, his fingernails were varnished red; on being strip-searched, it was discovered his toenails were painted, too.

No one with seven books in New York City settles for one piece of ass. That's what you get for a couplet.

I've always been intemperate in my affection for food.

If I'm a lush at anything, it's food and drink. I'm not materialistic in any way, but I value food.

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

Sex and drugs and rock and rollIs all my brain and body needSex and drugs and rock and rollIs very good indeed.

Why does everything so bad for you always taste so dreamy?