Quotes About Pleasure

When a small, unassuming object exceeds our expectations, we are not only surprised but pleased. Our usual reaction is something like, "That little thing did all that?" Simplicity is about the unexpected pleasure derived from what is likely to be insignificant and would otherwise go unnoticed. The smaller the object, the more forgiving we can be when it misbehaves.

There is a supernal intelligence behind sexual arousal, the true purpose of which is to create for us ecstatic experiences of our own divinity.

sadness is nothing a little Veuve Clicquot can't fix.

She weighs the decision for a moment, then butters the baguette and pops it in her mouth. It's so delicious that she doesn't care if they have to roll her off the island in a wheelbarrow.

Whereas once Marguerite had been obsessed with food- with heirloom tomatoes and lamb shanks and farmhouse cheeses, and fish still flopping on the counter, and eggs and chocolate and black truffles and foie gras and rare white nectarines- now the only thing that gave her genuine pleasure was reading.

doesn't enjoy food that is aggressively healthy

Today's mercantile society exploits the will to jouissance so as to repress it all the more.

The astute journalist had commented that Russians enjoy themselves without smiling, always taking their pleasure sadly.

There's nothing more romantic than Italian food.

You will certainly remember, that the south-west wing is rather distant from that part of the body of the castle where most of the family inhabit. You know too that my rooms open into a long gallery; but you never explored this gallery. My hours with you were rich in pleasure and variety; and I thought not then of the solitary haunts to which I fly, when I seek amusement and find none.

Good food is also there to satisfy the senses.

It's not simply what you buy," he'd told me as we hovered over Cartier's gleaming glass counters. "It's the whole shopping experience.

Most happily the cold spared us during our six days' journey, which was very pleasant. I like travelling by vetturino. The fatigue is small, and if you take a supply of books with you the time does not hang fire. We had some old Balzacs, which came new (he is one of our gods — heathen, you will say)

Sebastien gasped first at pain like flame, then pleasure, and somehow scraped his hand through the narrow space between David's back and the lid so he could knot his fingers into David's hair. He bit his lip, and did not cry out, while they rode in the lumpy coffin.

There are people, even now, who manage to elude rightminding to the point where they enjoy their pleasures more if somebody else suffers to provide them.

Surely it's a harmless hobby. A way to pass the time, a little cruel pleasure while the world winds down. Surely it is only the cord binding his neck that makes his breath sting when this child catches his eye and-puzzled-frowns as if he thought he knew him. It's like a gift, a little added joy in the end of everything, that Strifbjorn is back for him.

Be cautious, please. I should hate to lose the pleasure of your conversation.

Oxford smiled and Kit still knew him well enough to read the pleasure of a chess player who has successfully anticipated his opponent.

To seek pleasure makes a hero of anyone: you open yourself so entirely to fate.

To foresee pleasures makes anybody a poet...to seek pleasure makes a hero of anyone: you open yourself so entirely to fate.

She wanted his touch, wanted him to find that spot where her need left her begging and hungry. Anxious and half mad. And when he touched her, teased her open, slid his finger over the wetness and inside her, her hips arched up, welcoming his touch. "Oooh," she gasped, as his finger slid over her again, swirling in a circle and then pressing down right where it was the tightest and vibrating against her until she was nearly at her peak. "Please-

I can't help feeling that people ask too much [of life]. They don't keep up with the Joneses any more--they outstrip them. What people call happiness, today, isn't happiness. It's enjoyment. It's pleasure. And between happiness and pleasure there's a very large gap.

can't help feeling that people ask too much. They don't keep up with the Joneses any more—they outstrip them. What people call happiness, today, isn't happiness. It's enjoyment. It's pleasure. And between happiness and pleasure there's a very large gap.

Ever notice how the more depraved a man is, the more he tries to ruin other people's fun?