Quotes About Pleasure

Anarchists live in fear and long for death, because they despair of seeing in others the very virtues they lack in themselves. In this manner, they take pleasure in sowing destruction, if only to match their inner landscape of ruin.

Karos Invictad took pleasure in cruelty, making him both pathetic and dangerous. If he were permitted to continue, there was the very real risk that the Letherii people would rise up in true rebellion, and the gutters in every city of the empire would run crimson.

Hurt was nothing. Was meaningless. But no, there was value in pain, if only to remind oneself that one still lived. When nothing normal could be regained, ever, then other pleasures had to be found. Cultivated, the body and mind taught anew, to delight in a darker strain.

Of course, he was too busy spilling an endless flood of seed into a barely sensate and in no way resisting Captain Sater down in his cabin, and this, as all well know, is the pinnacle of all human virtue, glory and exaltation.

You will find a balance. Whence comes the answer to sadness few can predict, but it does come, in time, and you will learn to appreciate pleasure for the gift that it is.

Too much of the world defies our efforts to conform to what would please us. To live is to know dissatisfaction and frustration.

There's nothing like a good cup of tea.

It isn't necessary to learn how to do calculus to appreciate it, just as it isn't necessary to learn how to prepare fine cuisine to enjoy eating it.

But my best hunch (and, full disclosure, I personally love geometry) is that people enjoy it because it marries logic and intuition. It feels good to use both halves of the brain.

Most of everyday life is spectacularly nonlinear; if you listen to your two favorite songs at the same time, you won't get double the pleasure. The same goes for consuming alcohol and drugs, where the interaction effects can be deadly. By contrast, peanut butter and jelly are better together. They don't just add up—they synergize.

The pleasures of friendship are exquisite, How pleasant to go to a friend on a visit! I go to my friend, we walk on the grass, And the hours and moments like minutes pass.

There's no religion but sex and music.

For to sit in a room full of books, and remember the stories they told you, and to know precisely where each one is located and what was happening in your life at time or where you were when you first read it is the languid and distilled pleasure of the connoisseur.

She lay back against the trellis, her eyes turned up in her had, moaning softly. I took my time, but supped little. It was important she should find it pleasurable, this first time.

I thanked all the spirits such creatures as Annec existed, whose opponent sole function was the nurturing of others, and that is gave them such pleasure. All you had to do was be weakly grateful for their ministrations, and they puffed up with maternal urges like a sail full of wind.

The boy whimpered in pleasure as Paliadion's teeth sliced into his flesh.

To Othman, it was like a fine brandy, a perfect Armagnac, rolled around the tongue. Such fiery, yet delicate flavours. The garden of Low Mede was ancient, timeless. Hanging there, a ragged shadow some inches above the ground, hidden among the old-fashioned shrubs, the esctatic bouquets of flowers rooted in the earth, Othman vicariously enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. Hadn't he primed Owen for this?

Blood, flesh: what were these? Coarse, brutish victuals, the things that dogs ate. With his more refined palate, Peveral Othman could imbibe a more subtle substance.

I heard you scream. Was it pain or pleasure? Hard to tell with that creature, isn't it?" Daniel sighed. He didn't want to argue. "It's a shame we have to part this way, Taz, but if that's how you want it to be…" "You are full of him," Taziel said. "I can see his glow on you.

The pain was just a small spark that kindled a greater flame of pleasure within her. She became pure feeling, devoid of intellect. The delicate petals of poppies drifted down upon her face. She was enfolded in feathers, in great wings.

May the Old Ones forgive me, but as the leagues rolled past our carriage windows, the pleasure of the hunt came over me too and I reverted to a forgotten farmer wildness. Eventually, I no longer had to force myself to kill. And yet, at the time, I could not find the will to be ashamed of it, which means I must accept that this cruel greed is a part of me, thankfully hidden in the regulated, civilised world of Sacramante, but always present in the deepest corners of my souls.

Was there pleasure to be found in the jaws of the fox? That would make a good first line, she thought, and repeated it over and over in her head so as not to forget it.

The touch of the demon was the essence of pleasure. He stroked Daniel's face, his throat, and his burning eyes were full of tenderness.

I have made a mission of you, Khaster. It is my pleasure to mend you." "My lord, I…" Khaster's mouth dried up. "Please don't stand on formality. I want us to be friends. You should hold yourself in higher esteem. Others think well of you while you only hate yourself.