Quotes About Pleasure

The pre-bite dopamine blast you're now getting is the promise of more bliss, and the post-bite drop in dopamine is, in a way, the breaking of the promise—or, at least, it's a kind of biochemical acknowledgment that there was some overpromising. To the extent that you bought the promise—anticipated greater pleasure than would be delivered by the consumption itself—you have been, if not deluded in the strong sense of that term, at least misled.

What's fundamental to the Buddha's teachings is the general dynamic of being powerfully drawn to sensory pleasure that winds up being fleeting at best.

Buying something ultimately comes down to feeling good about the purchase.

Natural selection doesn't "want" us to be happy, after all; it just "wants" us to be productive, in its narrow sense of productive. And the way to make us productive is to make the anticipation of pleasure very strong but the pleasure itself not very long-lasting.

Samos de Epicuro.

Porque él no le dio a su carne, que tan poco viviría, ni un traje decente, ni una alegría que lo reconciliara con el vivir, él no había hecho nada por el placer de su materia, mientras que a su espíritu no le fue negada ni la geografía de los países para quienes los hombres aún no han descubierto maquinas para llegar.

El primer mensual que cobré lo gasté en un montón de libros que hablaban de la mala vida. Me equivoqué, porque casi todos eran libros pornográficos… estúpidos… ésa no era la mala vida, sino la mala vida del placer… Y, quiere creerme, ninguna de mis amigas sabía explicarme, en substancia, lo que era la mala vida.

For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths…

I wrote this book for the ghosts, who, because they're outside of time, are the only ones with time. After the last rereading (just now), I realize that time isn't the only thing that matters, time isn't the only source of terror. Pleasure can be terrifying too, and so can courage.

A leitura é prazer e alegria de estar vivo ou tristeza de estar vivo, e sobretudo é conhecimento de perguntas. [...] É necessário haver muitos livros, muitos pinheiros enfeitiçantes, para que velem de olhares avessos o livro que realmente importa, a porra da gruta da nossa desgraça, a flor mágica do inverno!

Para ella la lectura estaba relacionada directamente con el placer y

I do not really like vacations. I much prefer an occasional day off when I do not feel like working. When I am confronted with a whole week in which I have nothing to do but enjoy myself I do not know where to begin. To me, enjoyment comes fleetingly and unheralded; I cannot determinedly enjoy myself for a whole week at a time.

So -- I confess I have been a rake at reading. I have read those things which I ought not to have read, and I have not read those things which I ought to have read, and there is no health in me -- if by health you mean an inclusive and coherent knowledge of any body of great literature. I can only protest, like all rakes in their shameful senescence, that I have had a good time.

I love food, I love eating.

Anticipating pain was like enduring it twice. Why not anticipate pleasure instead?

I passed that day in pleasure, which is to say, in the sort of work I wanted to do rather than the work that I thought I ought to be doing.

You steal the now of my life away, when you constantly fear that tomorrow will bring my death. Your fears clutch cold at me and snatch all my pleasure in the day's warmth from me.

A hungry man can long for hot meat and gravy without disdaining the simple pleasures of bread and cheese.

When I had encountered the Skill joy, I had not found it the tawdry pleasure Galen had implied. Rather, it had been the same rush of blood and thunder of earth that sometimes music brought to me, or a sudden flight of bright pheasant in an autumn wood, or even the pleasure of taking a horse perfectly over a difficult jump. That instant when all things come into balance, and for a moment turn together as perfectly as birds wheeling in flight.

the small delights of the flesh were sometimes the most potent medicine against the deep pains of the spirit.

I had a bottle of wine, bread, apples, cheese, sausages, and a ferret in a basket beside me, and a cushion to perch on. I

It was play, pure and simple. Play that I'd had no time for, that I had dismissed as unnecessary and an interruption to all the practical tasks of a well-ordered life. When had I lost sight of taking simple pleasure for the sake of pleasure?

Travel became distinguishable from pain and began to be regarded as an intellectual pleasur...These factors--the voluntariness of departure, the freedom implicit in the indeterminancies of mobility, the pleasure of travel free from necessity, the notion that travel signifies autonomy and is a means for demonstrating what one 'really' is independent of one context or set of defining associations--remain the characteristics of the modern conception of travel. Eric Leed

Everyone knows that for a woman to conceive in the act of coition she, as well as the man. must be satisfied. Is that not true? Of corse it is true.