Quotes About Pleasure

The air rippled with synthetic pleasure and the taste of vanilla.

My perfect day is constantly changing. Right now, it would be to lie around in a hammock reading with a portable phone and a table of food next to it. I would spend all day there. And that's all that I can possibly come up with on the spur of the moment.

Someday every woman will have orgasms- like every family has color TV- and we can all get on with the business of life.

Every system resists dissolution and reacts to danger with pain, just as it reacts to stimulation and libido enrichment with pleasure. Since the ego is the center of the conscious system, we identify ourselves primarily with the pleasure-pain reactions of this system as though they were our own. But in reality the source of the ego's pleasure-pain experience is by no means only the conscious system.

Cherries can be very poetic and appealing, when we pick them from our garden tree. If we understand, they have flown thousands of miles for our pleasure, in winter time, they become, however, an item of suspicion and acerbity. ("No cherries anymore in winter time" )

Perfect!" mewed Mistyfoot.

I owe it all to chocolate and young men.

Each climber in our group was assigned an individual tent, a rare and welcome bit of privacy in the otherwise highly communal world of mountain climbing. Our other amenities included a solar-powered satellite phone and fax, and access on three or four occasions to an outdoor shower. To wash oneself under the little dribble of warm water was an exquisite pleasure.

Japan has somehow managed to achieve the ideal attitude to eating: an obsession with culinary pleasure that is actually conductive to health.

When you are eating all the time, food curiously loses much of its joy, along with its sense of ceremony and sociability.

What all of us need is to find a way to eat regular meals, to take pleasure in a variety of foods, and to be able to eat them without being consumed by negative emotions.

The social pressure to eat according to your sex matters more than it seems. For one thing, it undermines our pleasure in eating, which is seldom a good idea. women often deny themselves the dish they might really want pn the menu because they feel it isn't "appropriate".

Many people have absorbed the lesson from childhood that vegetables and pleasure - and more generally, healthy food and pleasure - can never go together.

Dopamine is one of the chemical signals that passes information between neutrons to tell your brain that you are having fun.

Neuroscience confirms that chocolate means more to some people than others.

If we want to relearn how to eat, we need to become children again. Bad food habits can only change by making 'healthy food' something pleasure-giving. If we experience healthy food as a coercion - something requiring willpower - it can never taste delicious.

The main reason to be suspicious of fruit as a food for children was that it was just so delicious.

Many things that matter in the kitchen are beyond measuring: how much you enjoy the company of those you dine with; the satisfaction of using up the last crust of bread before it goes moldy; the way an Italian blood orange tastes in February; the pleasure of cold cucumber soup on a hot evening; the feeling of having a hearty appetite and the means to satisfy it.

Sin is sweet in the mouth and bitter in digestion. It lies hard on the stomach.

Very few men acquire wealth in such a manner as to receive pleasure from it. Just as long as there is the enthusiasm of the chase they enjoy it; but when they begin to look around, and think of settling down, they find that that part by which joy enters is dead in them. They have spent their lives in heaping up colossal piles of treasure, which stand, at the end, like the pyramids in the desert sands, holding only the dust of kings.

Life is full of amusement to an amusing man.

What is't to be adorn'd and shine with Gold, Drest like a God, but never know the Pleasure?

For a while I just sat there reveling in the pure pleasure of his touch. The scent of him was still in the air. I didn't want to breathe and risk dispelling the traces of him all around me.

Already she knew that the sound of a lock clicking into place would forever be a sensual cue, a promise Rafe would make to her of the pleasure he was going to give her with his hands, his lips, his --