Quotes About Pleasure

Time limps when you are not having fun.

The question isn't whether I have time to read or not (time that nobody will ever give me, by the way), but whether I'll allow myself the pleasure of being a reader.

I love spending time with my friends and family. The simplest things in life give me the most pleasure: cooking a good meal, enjoying my friends.

I really love good food occasionally, but I need time to enjoy it, and I need to be hungry.

I don't want to miss out on the chance of having a good time.

Chocolate and coffee ? Together ? Whoever came up with that combination should have won a Nobel Peace Prize. Or at least a subscription to Reader's Digest.

It's fun to get together and have something good to eat at least once a day. That's what human life is all about - enjoying things.

I am certain that there are two things in life which are dependable: the delights of the flesh and the delights of literature. I have had the good fortune to enjoy them both equally.

The smell of roasting meat together with that of burning fruit wood and dried herbs, as voluptuous as incense in a church, is enough to turn anyone into a budding gastronome

You offer emptiness and heartache and an endless search for pleasure with which to fill the emptiness.

She saved herself from endless heartache. . . . She probably spent a cold and lonely old age wishing she had a little pleasure to look back upon . . . Prim virtue can be a cold bedfellow.

Some instinct told her that this was usually done in darkness and with eyes tightly shut, that usually all the pleasure was hugged tightly to oneself, the pleasure-giver shut out. Even in her inexperience she sensed that lovers did not always love with eyes open and focused on each other's whenever it was feasible to do so.

He wanted her. He did not say so, but the evidence was there for her, and it was indisputable. He wanted her. And she wanted him, with an ache that drugged her mind again. It had been so long. So very long. And it had never been exciting. Never anything but briefly and mildly pleasurable. But she ached to be possessed again, to feel her femininity affirmed again. And with him. With him it would be good. Very good.

I will not knowingly empty my life of all meaning. Not just for pleasure. And not for you. It would be a poor exchange indeed.

Love was what made life worth living. Not the pursuit of pleasure, but love. Love, which involved the full spectrum of human emotions.

What was the point of waiting for a more pleasant post? There was no such thing as pleasure in life for her anymore.

She could hardly think of a punishment she would enjoy more.

Why, he had once wondered, would a perfect God create the universe? To be generous with it, he believed now. For the pleasure of seeing pure gifts appreciated. Maybe that's what it meant to find God: to see what you have been given, to know divine generosity, to appreciate the large things and the small Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Eat a toad first thing in the morning; the rest of the day will seem pleasurable by comparison

Writing's a long, slow process. It affords me so little pleasure I often wonder why I make the effort.

We're not made to wallow in pleasure. Pleasure is joy's assassin.

Joy, it is, which I've never known before, only pleasure or excitement. Joy is a different thing, because its focus exists outside the self – delight in something external, not satisfaction of some inner craving.

Joy, it is, which I've never known before, only pleasure or excitement. Joy is a different thing, because its focus exists outside the self-delight in something external, not satisfaction of some inner craving.

Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)