Quotes About Pleasure

Toti oamenii cauta placerea-afirmatia e adevarata,cu conditia sa adaugam ca sunt si unii care cauta durerea si ca aceea e tot o cautare a placerii.E hedonismul pe dos.

DorinÅ£a nesatisf?cut? este suferin??; ea nu-i pl?cere decât în timpul satisfacerii; ÅŸi, odat? satisf?cut?, este decepÅ£ie.

Orice pl?cere nesatisf?cut? este o ocazie pierdut? pentru via??.

To have opinions is inevitable, is natural; to have convictions is less so. Each time I meet someone who has convictions, I wonder what intellectual vice, what flaw has caused him to acquire such a thing. However legitimate this question, my habit of raising it spoils the pleasure of conversation for me, gives me a bad conscience, makes me hateful in my own eyes.

Les héros homériques vivaient et mouraient; les snobs de l'Occident discutaient du plaisir et de la douler.

Ferocity occurs in all conditions save in joy. Schadenfreude, malicious joy, is a misrepresentation. To do evil is a pleasure, not a joy. Joy, the one true victory over the world, is pure in its essence, hence irreducible to pleasure, which is always suspect, both in itself and in its manifestations.

The passion for prophesying then seizes everyone; skeptics and fanatics alike delight in the idea of disaster and give themselves up in concert to the pleasure of having foreseen and trumpeted it abroad. But it is especially the theoreticians of Reaction who exult (tragically, no doubt) over the reality or the imminence of the worst - of the worst that is their raison d'être.

Ofiara muzyczna, Sztuka fugi, Wariacje Goldbergowskie: w muzyce, tak jak w filozofii i we wszystkim, lubiÄ™ to, co sprawia ból przez uporczywo??, nawracanie, przez nieskoÅ"czony powrót, który dotyka najdalszych gÅ'Ä™bi bytu i wywoÅ'uje ledwo mo?liwÄ… do zniesienia przyjemno??.

Melancholy suicide. —This is connected with a general state of extreme depression and exaggerated sadness, causing the patient no longer to realize sanely the bonds which connect him with people and things about him. Pleasures no longer attract;

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.

There are few pleasures which loosen the tongue as much as that of sharing wine, glass in hand.

Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

A Letter is a Joy of Earth - It is denied the Gods

The mere sense of living is joy enough.

Desserts are the rich sweetness that makes the mundane chore of obtaining sustenance bearable.

Having a delightful time can be more fatiguing than one would believe.

After eating chocolate you feel godlike, as though you can conquer enemies, lead armies, entice lovers.

And reading this way - with no deadline, no agenda - she remembered why she loved literature so much. It was like fucking a new man and knowing that he had made other women come, but that when she came it would be an unshareable, untranslatable pleasure. She opened herself up to her books, and the words got inside her and fucked her senseless.

In an ordinary despotism, the powers of a despot are limited by his bodily capacity, and by the calls of pleasure; he is but one man; there are but twelve hours in his day, and he is not disposed to employ more than a small part in dull business; he keeps the rest for the court, or the harem, or for society.

The old excitement of thought has half died out, or rather it is diffused in quiet pleasure over a life instead of being concentrated in intense and eager spasms.

Yes, he had been there: chafing and pushing and pounding, trying to awaken a frozen girl. The battle was awful because the girl wished to be awakened but was terrified of the unknown. Every movement that seemed to bring her closer to him, to bring them closer together, had its violent recoil, driving them farther apart. Both clung to a fantasy rather than to each other, tried to suck pleasure from the crannies of the mind, rather than surrender the secrets of the body.

For, without love, pleasure withers quickly, becomes a foul taste on the palate, and pleasure's inventions are soon exhausted.

What at first was the delight of nations declines by slow but inevitable gradation into the luxury, or the business, or even the vanity of a few. What once spoke in accents understood by all is now painfully spelt out by a small band of scholars. What was once read for pleasure is now read for curiosity. It becomes "an interesting illustration of the taste of a bygone age," a "remarkable proof of such and such a theory of aesthetics."

It may well be that if mankind could draw up a hedonistic balance-sheet, the pleasures of mundane existence would turn out to be greater than its sufferings.