Quotes About Pleasure

Lord Karasumaru considered it a grave mistake on the part of the gods to have made a man like himself a nobleman. And, though a servant of the Emperor, he saw only two paths open to him: to live in constant misery or to spend his time carousing. The sensible choice was to rest his head on the knees of a beautiful woman, admire the pale light of the moon, view the cherry blossoms in season and die with a cup of sake in his hand.

Tokichiro replied very seriously, "I like both women and sake. Everything in the world is good. But if you're not careful, even good things can turn against you.

With penetrating insight, the mystics will tell us that when we have a desire for a certain thing, a certain experience, and we fulfill that desire, the happiness we feel is not something given by that thing or experience; it is due to having no craving for a little while.

Polygamy: An endeavour to get more out of life than there is in it.

Obviously, if you don't love life, you can't enjoy an oyster.

Ginger twitched his ears and the loose skin on his back and legs to let Jerry know he was here and he was happy. Then he lowered his head down on his paws again and he let out a deep sigh that sounded almost like a sob, there was in it so much relief and pain and pleasure and remembering.

Happiness is not a goal, it is a by-product. Paradoxically, the one sure way not to be happy is deliberately to map out a way of life in which one would please oneself completely and exclusively. For what keeps our interest in life and makes us look forward to tomorrow is giving pleasure to other people.

We should be able to realize that making up our minds as to what gives us the greatest amount of pleasure and then working for it, is one of the satisfactions of life.

Is it possible that even happy moments of pleasure never stand up to a rigorous examination? Possible.

Men, dazed by pleasure, absent-mindedly sow their seed. Overcome by their orgasm, they fertilize us. They show up inside us and withdraw, leaving, concealed in our flesh, their ghost, like a lost object.

Had it really been so wonderful? I knew very well that at that time, too, there had been shame. And uneasiness, and humiliation, and disgust: accept, submit, force yourself. Is it possible that even happy moments of pleasure never stand up to a rigorous examination? Possible.

Love in my case is not indispensable to pleasure, nor is respect. Is it possible, therefore, that the disgust, the humiliation begin afterward, when a man subdues you and violates you at his pleasure solely because now you belong to him, love or not, respect or not?

I had always considered sex an ultimate sticky reality, the least mediated contact possible with another body. Instead, after that experience, I was convinced that sex is an extreme product of the imagination. The greater the pleasure, the more the other is only a dream, a nocturnal reaction of belly, breasts, mouth, anus?of every isolated inch of skin?to the caresses and thrusts of a vague entity definable according to the necessities of the moment.

Esistere è questo, pensai, un sussulto di gioia, una fitta di dolore, un piacere intenso, vene che pulsano sotto la pelle, non c'è nient'altro di vero da raccontare.

the furies who indulge the happiness of today to feed the violence of tomorrow.

So pleasure was this: breaking, mixing, no longer knowing what was mine and what was his.

Es posible que incluso los momentos felices del placer no resistan nunca un examen riguroso?

And so, in spite of his virtues, he was a frivolous, superficial man, an animal organism who dripped sweat and fluids and left behind, like the residue of a careless pleasure, living material conceived, nourished, shaped within female bellies.

It wasn't innocent blood. To my father nothing about Amalia ever seemed innocent. He, so furious, so bitter and yet so eager for pleasure, so irascible and so egotistical, couldn't bear that she had a friendly, at times even joyful, relationship with the world. He recognized in it a trace of betrayal.

When the baby emerged and I saw her, black-haired, a violet organism that, full of energy, writhed and wailed, I felt a physical pleasure so piercing that I still know no other pleasure that compares to it

Although I imposed on myself an appearance of self-assurance and an iron discipline, I gave in continuously, with painful pleasure, to waves of unhappiness.

Onun tatt??? haz, ard?ndan hala hissettiÄŸi, kusursuz sadakate neden olan ac? olmadan mümkün deÄŸildir gibi geldi.

Questo distratto inseminare dei maschi, storditi dal piacere. Ci fecondano sopraffatti dal loro orgasmo. Si affacciano dentro di noi e si ritraggono lasciandoci, celato nella carne, il loro fantasma come un oggetto smarrito.

Era dunque, malgrado le sue qualità, un uomo frivolo, superficiale, un organismo animale che grondava sudori e fluidi e si lasciava alle spalle, come il residuo di un piacere distratto, materia viva concepita, nutrita, formata dentro ventri femminili.