Quotes About Pleasure

Åžu insan ne korkunç bir hayvan ki, kendi kendinden bu kadar iÄŸreniyor, kendi zevklerini ba??n?n belas? say?yor.

ved sin bydende autoritet sløver og fordummer den all Platons samlede teologi og filosofi; likevel gir han ikke fra seg et kny. Overalt ellers kan man bevare en viss anstendighet; alle andre aktiviteter finner seg i sømmelighetsregler, men kjærlighetsakten kan man bare forestille seg som lastefull eller komisk. Bare prøv å finne en klok og behersket måte å bedrive den på.

Let us never allow ourselves to be carried away so completely by pleasure that we fail to recall from time to time in how many ways our happiness is prey to death and threatened by its grip.

I, who boast of embracing the pleasures of life so assiduously and so particularly, find in them, when I look at them thus minutely, virtually nothing but wind. But what of it? We are all wind.

He cupped his testicles in his hands, and, with his wrists, pressed his penis hard against his belly until the semen came.

Vintage wine and alehouse beer is how Bodley likes to put it. In the pursuit of pleasure, both have their place.

From the point of view of wealth, there is no difference between need, comfort and pleasure

For was this transformation of sex into discourse not governed by the endeavor to expel from reality the forms of sexuality that were not amenable to the strict economy of reproduction: to say no to unproductive activities, to banish casual pleasures, to reduce or exclude practices whose object was not procreation?

Poder y placer no se anulan; no se vuelven el uno contra el otro; se persiguen, se encabalgan y reactivan. Se

Çok s?radan zevkler uÄŸruna baÅŸka zevkleri elimizden kaç?rd?k.

the rat of India is pernicious to the crocodile, since nature has created them enemies; in such wise when the violent reptile takes his pleasure in the sun, the rat lays ambush for it in moral subtlety; perceiving that the crocodile, lying unaware for delight, is sleeping with his jaws agape, it makes its way through them and slips down the wide throat into the crocodile's belly, gnawing through the entrails of which, it emerges at last from the slain beast's bowel

the sense of a catastrophe perpetually invoked and avoided creates a rapture in whose depths horror and pleasure coincide...

Las raíces de la violencia: la riqueza sin trabajar, el placer sin conciencia, el conocimiento sin carácter, el comercio sin moralidad, la ciencia sin humanidad, el culto sin sacrificio, la política sin principios.

Mahatma Gandhi escribió: Las raíces de la violencia: la riqueza sin trabajar, el placer sin conciencia, el conocimiento sin carácter, el comercio sin moralidad, la ciencia sin humanidad, el culto sin sacrificio, la política sin principios.

When we fulfill any need of the human body, it gives us pleasure. To breathe gives us much pleasure.

Por otra parte, el amor no tiene resistencias. Todo lo que hacemos es porque queremos hacerlo. Se convierte en un placer; es como un juego y nos divertimos con él.

To breathe gives us much pleasure. Just to breathe is enough for us to always be happy, to enjoy life. Just to be alive is enough. Feel the pleasure to be alive, the pleasure of the feeling of love…. PRAYER

For an addict there is one pleasure of which no one can deprive him—his ability to spend his time in absolute solitude. And solitude means deep, significant thought; it means, calm, contemplation—and wisdom.

Altogether bad,' the host concluded. 'As you will, but there's something not nice hidden in men who avoid wine, games, the society of charming women, table talk. Such people are either gravely ill or secretly hate everybody around them. True, there may be exceptions. Among persons sitting down with me at the banqueting table, there have been on occasion some extraordinary scoundrels! . . . And so, let me hear your business.

Do you know with whom you are presently speaking?' Woland asked the visitor. Whose guest are you? 'I do,' replied the master, 'my neighbour in the madhouse was that boy, Ivan Homeless. He told me about you.' 'Ah, yes, yes,' Woland responded, 'I had the pleasure of meeting that young man at the Patriarch's Ponds. He almost drove me mad myself, proving to me that I don't exist. But you do believe that it is really I?

DoÄŸruyu söylemek kolayd?r, ayr?ca insana keyif verir.

Je porte en moi une âme corrompue par le monde, une imagination inquiète, un cÅ"ur insatiable; pour moi tout est petit : je m'habitue au chagrin aussi facilement qu'au plaisir, et ma vie devient plus vaine de jour en jour.

The greater the ambiguity, the greater the pleasure.

people don't respect the morning. An alarm clock violently wakes them up, shatters their sleep like the blow of an ax, and they immediately surrender themselves to deadly haste. Can you tell me what kind of day can follow a beginning of such violence? What happens to people whose alarm clock daily gives them a small electric shock? Each day they become more used to violence and less used to pleasure.