Quotes About Pleasure

Never before had I felt trapped, so seduced and caught up in a story,' Clara explained, 'the way I did with that book. Until then, reading was just a duty, a sort of fine one had to pay teachers and tutors without quite knowing why. I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

Não conhecia o prazer de ler, de explorar portas que se nos abrem na alma, de nos abandonarmos à imaginação, à beleza e ao mistério da ficção e da linguagem.

Hasta entonces para mí las lecturas eran una obligación, una especie de multa a pagar a maestros y tutores sin saber muy bien para qué. No conocía el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandonarse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

Presents are made for the pleasure of the one who gives them, not for the merits of those who receive them, said my father. Besides, it can't be returned. Open it

Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not for the merits of who receives them

Escribió su nombre y contempló cómo la tinta se secaba poco a poco. El placer de la página en blanco, que al principio siempre olía a misterio y a promesa, se desvaneció por ensalmo. Tan pronto como uno empezaba a colocar las primeras palabras comprobaba que en la escritura, como en la vida, la distancia entre intenciones y resultados iba pareja con la inocencia con que se acometían unas y se aceptaban los otros.

No conocía el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandonarse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

Ignoravo il piacere che può dare la parola scritta, il piacere di penetrare nei segreti dell'anima, di abbandonarsi all'immaginazione, alla bellezza e al mistero dell'invenzione letteraria.

el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandoranse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

Until then, reading was just a duty, a sort of fine one had to pay teachers and tutors without quite knowing why. I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

The only revenge left for you then will be to steal from life the pleasure of firm and passionate flesh--a pleasure that evaporates faster than good intentions and is the nearest thing to heaven you will find in this stinking world where everything decays, beginning with beauty and ending with memory.

I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language.

It was a well-known fact that the richness of buttery foods led to moral ruin and confusion of the intellect.

relamiéndose los labios como si aquello le pareciese un chiste

had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language.

You give me pleasure unspeakable, unimaginable. And I wasn't avoiding you,' he spoke into the softness of her hair. 'At least, not voluntarily. I was giving you the chance to end the physical relationship, to end the honeymoon if you wanted to.' He pulled back to look at her tear-wet face. 'You don't want to, do you?' he realised huskily. 'Never!' She buried her face against his chest.

But rewarding oneself with trips and toys is third chakra love—using physical pleasure to express self-appreciation.

With cold hands he massaged her right foot, his fingertips digging into all the right places to make her groan. Feel good? he asked. You can't imagine. You have until midnight to stop. He chuckled. Why midnight? Because from then until daylight you can work on the other foot.

As Christian women, this is the attitude that should characterize our lives. We are to be women who love our homes. We are not to merely workers at home, but we are to take great pleasure in working in our homes. We are to thoroughly enjoy the sphere that God has assigned to us.

He didn't want his wife to read historical romances because it might give her unrealistic expectations. [...] If I had been him, I would have been reading your books every time you laid them down to see how I could improve my skills and please you. Second warning of the night. I bought a couple. You bought a couple of what? Historical romances. I'm three-quarters through the first one. He flashed her a slow grin. All I can say is, I like the way your mind works. ~Jake Coulter and Molly Wells

The cry of the flesh: not to be hungry, not to be thirsty, not to be cold. For if someone has these things and is confident of having them in the future, he might contend even with Zeus for happiness. ~ Epicurus

I ... do not even know what I should conceive the good to be, if I eliminate the pleasures of taste, and eliminate the pleasures of sex, and eliminate the pleasures of listening, and eliminate the pleasant motions caused in our vision by a sensible form. ~ Epicurus

Jack, please," she whispered, even though she had no idea what it is she was begging for. "You want sex, I'll give you sex." His low, deep voice embodied control, and did the strangest things to her body. "But before I put my cock inside you, I want to touch and taste every inch of you.

Come boy, and pour for me a cup Of old Falernian. Fill it up With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear; Our host decrees no water here. Let dullards drink the Nymph's pale brew, The sluggish thin their blood with dew. For such pale stuff we have no use; For us the purple grape's rich juice. Begone, ye chilling water sprite; Here burning Bacchus rules tonight!