Quotes About Pleasure

The farther away you are from the truth, the more the hateful and pleasurable states will arise. There is also self—deception.

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Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.

What you call extravagance is really comfort, pleasure and polish, which the lower orders learn from the aristocracy, and so grow civilised themselves. I have heard from very liberal people that there must be classes in society that cultivate science, art and refined manners — first, so that others may take living examples from them, and then to provide encouragement for noble actions.

Successful writers are not the ones who write the best sentences. They are the ones who keep writing. They are the ones who discover what is most important and strangest and most pleasurable in themselves, and keep believing in the value of their work, despite the difficulties.

Contrary to popular belief, going shopping is really about stopping afterward for cheesecake.

Over time, swimming has shifted from mere mechanics and survival—a military skill, practiced by men—to achieve a more intangible significance: a form of recreation, a pleasure, something that can sharpen your spiritual as well as physical health. This idea of swimming for wellness, emotional resonance, whole personhood, rings true to me. The physical is intertwined with the psychological.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

Pain? Yes, of course. Racing without pain is not racing. But the pleasure of being ahead outweighed the pain a million times over. To hell with the pain. What's six minutes of pain compared to the pain they're going to feel for the next six months or six decades. You never forget your wins and losses in this sport. YOU NEVER FORGET.

I don't like food. I LOVE it. If I don't love it, I don't swallow.

The foie gras—goose liver for the uninitiated—arrived. I was indeed starving and dug in. I know the animal-rights people would crucify me, but I can't help it. I love foie gras. Win had red wine already poured. I took a sip. I'm no expert, but it tasted like a deity had personally squeezed the grapes.

It had, of course, embarrassed him. And then—equally, of course—it pleased him to no end. When you're young you don't get how great it is to be loved unconditionally. Now

I know that pain is the most important thing in the universes. Greater than survival, greater than love, greater even than the beauty it brings about. For without pain, there can be no pleasure.

water cascading down her back, across her thighs, cool against her belly, her head laid back and white water bubbling through the shining black veil of her hair, touching each strand, silkily shining it with moisture; her eyes closed in simple pleasure; that face, the right face, the special face, the certain face of the woman he had always looked for without looking, hunted silently for, without acknowledging the search; lusted for, without feeling worthy of the hunger.

Ao contrário do que dizem certos parisienses, o texto está aí não para dar prazer, mas o elevado desprazer ou prazer mais difícil que um texto menor não dará.

Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you, because it is, at least in my experience, the most healing of pleasures.

As a reader I loathe introductions...Introductions inhibit pleasure, they kill the joy of anticipation, they frustrate curiosity.

enjoyed everything I disapproved of, and disliked my ingenuous diversions.

Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it's time to drink.

It's good when food tastes good, it's kind of like proof you're alive.

Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

It is sometimes necessary for each person. Fill up with delicious food, get drunk, sing loudly and chat frivolously.

Having a drink in bed while listening to music and reading a book. As precious to me as a beautiful sunset or good clean air.

Why do you read books?" he asked. "Why do you drink beer?" I replied without glancing in his direction