Quotes About Pleasure

There is nothing, she would think, more delicious that the icing of bought chocolate cake, eaten in the silence and privacy of the night.

You don't go to church for intellectual gratification - you go because it pleases your aesthetic sensibilities.

Life's too short. If it's going to make you happy, then that's the way to go.

Give me some more wine, because life is nothing.

Come chocolates, pequena; Come chocolates! Olha que não há mais metafísica no mundo senão chocolates. Olha que as religiões todas não ensinam mais que a confeitaria.

Does a flower really have beauty? Does a fruit really have beauty? No: they have only color and form And existence. Beauty is the name of something that doesn't exist But that I give to things in exchange for the pleasure they give me. It means nothing. So why do I say about things: they're beautiful?

How is it done? By not doing. By dreaming insistently. By performing our daily duties but living, simultaneously, in the imagination. Travelling far and wide, in the geography of our minds. Conquering like Caesar, amid the blaring trumpets of our reverie. Experiencing intense sexual pleasure, in the privacy of our fantasy. Feeling everything in every way, not in the flesh, which always tires, but in the imagination.

But our superiority is not the kind that many dreamers have imagined we have. The dreamer isn't superior to the active man because dreaming is superior to reality. The dreamer's superiority is due to the fact that dreaming is much more practical than living, and the dreamer gets far greater and more varied pleasure out of life than the man of action. In other and plainer words, the dreamer is the true man of action.

All pleasure is a vice because seeking pleasure is what everyone does in life, and the worst vice of all is to do what everyone else does.

In sexual love we seek our own pleasure via another body. In non-sexual love, we seek our own pleasure via our own idea. The masturbator may be abject, but in point of fact he's the perfect logical expression of the lover. He's the only one who doesn't feign and doesn't fool himself.

He was constitutionally condemned to suffer all kinds of anxieties, but fated to abandon them all. I never met a more extraordinary man. He had abdicated everything to which he was by nature destined, but not out of any kind of asceticism. Though naturally ambitious, he savored the pleasure of having no ambitions at all.

Since all stoicism is really just a harsher form of epicureanism, I want as far as possible to enjoy my misfortune.

I know of no pleasure like that of books, yet I read very little. Books are the entryway to dreams, but people at ease in life don't need such introductions to enter into conversation with dreams. I could never read a book and give myself over to it; always, with each step, the commentary of my intellect or my imagination interrupts the narrative sequence. After some minutes I am the one who writes and the writing is nowhere to be seen.

Since the pleasure we get from art is in a sense not our own, we don't have to pay for it or regret it later. By art I mean everything that delights us without being ours – the trail left by what has passed, a smile given to someone else, a sunset, a poem, the objective universe. To possess is to lose. To feel without possessing is to preserve and keep, for it is to extract from things their essence.

Come chocolates, pequena; Come chocolates! Olha que não há mais metafísica no mundo senão chocolates. Olha que as religiões todas não ensinam mais que a confeitaria. Come, pequena suja, come! Pudesse eu comer chocolates com a mesma verdade com que comes! Mas eu penso e, ao tirar o papel de prata, que é de folhas de estanho, Deito tudo para o chão, como tenho deitado a vida.)

La sustitución no es tan difícil como creen. Llamo sustitución a la práctica que consiste en imaginarse gozando con un hombre A cuando se está copulando con un hombre B.

The essence of pleasure lies in splitting yourself into more than one person.

Though naturally ambitious, he savored the pleasure of having no ambitions at all.

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept – our own selves – that we love. This is true in the whole gamut of love. In sexual love we seek our own pleasure via another body. In non-sexual love, we seek our own pleasure via our own idea. The masturbator may be abject, but in point of fact he's the perfect logical expression of the lover. He's the only one who doesn't feign and doesn't fool himself.

Every pleasure is a vice, because to seek pleasure is what everyone does in life, and the only black vice is to do what everyone else does.

Sometimes in the evening on Summer days, Even when there's not a breeze at all, it seems Like there's a light breeze blowing for a minute But the trees are unmoving In every leaf of their leaves And our feelings have had an illusion, An illusion of what would please them... from "XLI

Scrivere è dimenticare. La letteratura è il modo più piacevole di ignorare la vita.

O prazer é para os cães, o bem-estar material é para os escravos; o homem tem a honra e o domínio.

Ai que prazer Nao cumprir um dever, Ter um livro para ler E não o fazer!