Quotes About Pleasure

the new world, the communo-bourgeois, sermonizing, Tartuffian, automobilistic, alcoholic, gluttonous and cancerous world has only two anxieties: ass and bank account...

As for sinning, most of the things he enjoyed were sins in the eyes of somebody. Except for reading…and most of his books were written by pagan authors.

My greatest complaint with present-day sexual writing is that nobody seems to be having any fun. Sex is an ordeal, or it is rape, or an athletic endeavor. Only the French find it amusing--as it certainly is. Many of those who choose it for subject matter linger on the most unpleasant aspects or treat it like a discovery. Actually, they needn't. It's been here all the time.

According to Father Ron Rolheiser, "American culture is the most powerful narcotic this planet has ever perpetrated."5 By keeping us focused on food, pleasure, entertainment, and comfort, it keeps us from developing spiritual depth, personal integrity, character, concern for the poor, or community life.

Kaira sat on the floor and ate her ice cream right out of the carton.

Nothing provokes speculation more than the sight of a woman enjoying herself. -

So she enjoyed herself heartily, and found, what isn't always the case, that her granted wish was all she had hoped.

Jo knew nothing about philosophy or metaphysics of any sort, but a curious excitement, half pleasurable, half painful, came over her, as she listened with a sense of being turned adrift into time and space, like a young balloon out on a holiday.

Polly shut her door hard, and felt ready to cry with vexation that her pleasure should be spoilt by such a silly idea, for, of all the silly freaks of this fast age, that of little people playing at love is about the silliest. Polly had been taught that it was a very serious and sacred thing, and, according to her notions, it was far more improper to flirt with one boy than to coast with a dozen.

I'm so fond of luxury

How little it takes to make a young girl happy! A pretty dress, sunshine, and somebody opposite, and they are blest.

I never thought I should like to wash dishes, but I do, said Rose, as she sat in a boat after supper lazily rinsing plates in the sea, and rocking luxuriously as she wiped them.

It takes so little to make a child happy, it is a pity grown people do not oftener remember it and scatter little bits of pleasure before the small people

How come we've got these bodies? They are frail supports for what we feel. There are times I get so hemmed in by my arms and legs I look forward to getting past them. As though death will set me free like a traveling cloud... I'll be out there as a piece of the endless body of the world feeling pleasures so much larger than skin and bones and blood.

How the flowers were fired and colored into the design. Perhaps this sort of gesture will be lost, perhaps it is a function of consciousness that we don't need in order to survive. Perhaps this piece of evolution makes no sense—our hunger for everyday sorts of visual pleasure—but I don't think so. I think we have survived because we love beauty and because we find each other beautiful. I think it may be our strongest quality.

The pleasure of this sort of life-bookish, she supposed it might be called, a reading life- had made her isolation into a rich and even subversive thing.

Delight seems insubstantial; happiness feels more grounded; ecstasy is what I shoot for; satisfaction is hardest to attain.

I went home in great delight.

between 1789 and 1791, France basked in some sort of liberal pleasure garden before the erection of the guillotine is a complete fantasy.

Laura was sufficiently pleased with work that she felt in no special rush to get married.

I think you like money better than anything else in the whole world, and I do not. I like to have a little fun along with business as I go through life.

Si el onanismo no nos es suficiente es porque el sexo es otra cosa. Es salir de ti mismo. Es detener el tiempo. El sexo es un acto sobrehumano: la única ocasión en la que vencemos a la muerte. Fundidos con el otro y con el Todo, somos por un instante eternos e infinitos, polvo de estrellas y pata de cangrejo, magma incandescente y grano de azúcar. El cielo, si es que existe, sólo puede ser eso.

Now what is Love, I pray thee tell? It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell. It is perhaps that saucy bell That tolls all into heaven or hell- And this is Love, as I hear tell.

Please, Amanda," he said softly, still holding her hand. "I've never had many friends. And I've never had one as nice as you. I'd be hurt if you didn't take it. You'd be denyin' me a lot of pleasure, 'cause I know you'll like it, and that would please me greatly. You said you owed me for watchin' out for you. So please take the gift for me." She