Quotes About Pleasure

Happiness," wrote Yeats, "is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that, but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing." Contemporary researchers make the same argument: that it isn't goal attainment but the process

It's true that novelty and challenge bring happiness...but routine can also bring happiness. The pleasure of doing the same thing in the same way every day...take[s] on a certain beauty and provide[s] a kind of invisible architecture...

anticipation of happiness is sometimes greater than the happiness actually experienced. All the more reason to revel in anticipation.

By helping us to feel energetic and happy, healthy treats can play a key role in fostering good habits, but we must guard against the temptations of unhealthy treats. The pleasure lasts a minute, but then feelings of guilt, regret, loss of control, and other negative consequences kick in.

Studies show that if you reward people for doing an activity, they often stop doing it for fun; being paid turns it into "work." Parents, for example, are warned not to reward children for reading—they're teaching kids to read for a reward, not for pleasure.

Everything is moving, but there's so much we can't see: how thought comes into being; how grasses and trees connect; how animals know weather, experience pleasure and love; how what's under the soil, the deep microbial empire, can hold twenty billion tons of carbon in its hands.

Thought is the greatest of pleasures —pleasure itself is only imagination—have you ever enjoyed anything more than your dreams?

No era feliz, no lo había sido nunca. ¿De dónde venía, pues, aquella insuficiencia, de la vida, aquella instantánea podredumbre de las cosas en que se apoyaba?[...]. Cada sonrisa disimulaba un bostezo de aburrimiento, cada alegría una maldición, cada placer su propio asco, y los mejores besos no dejaban sobre los labios más que un delirio irrealizable de una voluptuosidad más alta.

Chaque sourire cachait un bâillement d'ennui, chaque joie une malédiction, tout plaisir son dégoût, et les meilleurs baisers ne vous laissaient sur la lèvre qu'une irréalisable envie d'une volupté plus haute.

Dans leurs regards indifférents flottait la quiétude de passions journellement assouvies ; et, à travers leurs manières douces, perçait cette brutalité particulière que communique la domination de choses à demi faciles, dans lesquelles la force s'exerce et où la vanité s'amuse, le maniement des chevaux de race et la société des femmes perdues.

Melancholy is a sensual pleasure that is deliberately provoked. How many people shut themselves away to make themselves sadder, or to weep beside a stream, or choose a sentimental book! We are constantly building and unbuilding ourselves.

A man so habituated to corruption that he would happily pay for the pleasure of selling himself.

Quelle bassesse que de penser toujours au prolongement de son existence! La vie n'est bonne qu'à la condition d'en jouir. (ch. III)

In her desire, she confused the sensual pleasures of luxury with the joys of the heart, elegance of manner with delicacy of feeling.

Comment était ce Paris? Quel nom démesuré! Elle se le répétait à demi-voix, pour se faire plaisir; il sonnait à ses oreilles comme un bourdon de cathédrale, il flamboyait à ses yeux jusque sur l'étiquette de ses pots de pommade.

Her ÅŸey bir yana, aramaya deÄŸmezdi asl?nda; her ÅŸey bir yaland?. Her gülüÅŸ alt?nda bir parça s?kk?nl?k, her neÅŸe bir lanet, tüm o ÅŸevkler ise bir doygunluk gizlerdi ve tüm o dünya tatl?s? öpücükler dudaklarda sadece daha güzeli için ula??lamaz bir haz b?rakt?.

E per quanto l'età in cui si è facili a commuoversi fosse trascorsa per entrambi, provavano un piacere nuovo a stare insieme , una specie di appagamento: l'incanto dell'amicizia al suo sbocciare.

Would this misery last for ever? Was there no escape? Was she not quite as good as all the lucky women? She had seen duchesses at La Vaubyessard with clumsier waists and commoner ways than she; she cursed the injustice of God. She propped her head against the wall and wept, for envy of those hectic lives, the shameless pleasure-seeking, the masked balls, and all the wild delights, unknown to her, that they must afford.

Le seul moyen de supporter l'existence, c'est de s'étourdir dans la littérature comme dans une orgie perpétuelle.

En temiz duygulardan biriydi bu. YaÅŸay???m?zda yeri olmayan, s?rf ender olduklar? için beslenen, yitirilmelerinin verdiÄŸi üzüntü, elde etmenin verdiÄŸi zevkten daha güçlü olan duygulard?...

Her desires, her sorrows, the experience of pleasure, and her ever-young illusions, that had, as soil and rain and winds and the sun make flowers grow, gradually developed her, and she at length blossomed forth in all the plenitude of her nature.

His pleasures, like boys playing in a school yard, had so thoroughly trampled on his heart that nothing green would grow there.

The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.

I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.