Quotes About Pleasure

he truth is that writing is the profound pleasure and being read the superficial.

What she liked was simply life.

For the truth is (let her ignore it) that human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment. They hunt in packs, Their packs scour the desert and vanish screaming into the wilderness. They desert the fallen. They are plastered over with grimaces.

Nothing should be named lest by doing so we change it. Let it exist, this bank, this beauty, and I, for one instant, steeped in pleasure.

y se vio a sí misma saliendo hacia la fiesta, y al pensar en este aspecto de la naturaleza humana, con su paciencia y su capacidad de sufrimiento y de encontrar satisfacción en placeres tan nimios, exiguos y sórdidos, se le llenaron los ojos de lágrimas.

It is a French recipe if my grandmother's' said Mrs Ramsay, speaking with a ring of pleasure in her voice. Of course it was French. What passes for cookery in England is an abomination (they agreed)

What she liked was simply life. 'That's what I do it for', she said, speaking aloud, to life.

The pleasures of writing correspond exactly to the pleasures of reading

This is the whole of the story and we might have left it at that had there not been profit and pleasure in the telling; and although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged version of a man's life, detail is always welcome.

On Saturday, they will have an evening of…aphorisms. Everyone must think of an aphorism on the subject of suffering and pleasure.

And in the meantime the rain had become a voluptuous shower.

I see the steam of the chocolate and the plates of blueberry tarts.

all forms of vitality are forms of velocity, and no wonder a growing child desires to out-Nature Nature by filling a minimum stretch of time with a maximum of spatial enjoyment. Innermost in man is the spiritual pleasure derivable from the possibilities of outtugging and outrunning gravity, of overcoming or re-enacting the earth's pull.

In my self-made seraglio, I was a radiant and robust Turk, deliberately, in the full consciousness of his freedom, postponing the moment of actually enjoying the youngest and frailest of his slaves.

Szeret mindent, amit a szép lányok szeretnek – mondta Van –, a bálokat, az orchideákat és a Cseresznyéskert-et.

Reader! Bruder! What a foolish Hamburg that Hamburg was! Since his supersensitive system was loath to face the actual scene, he thought he could at least enjoy a secret part of it—which reminds one of the tenth or twentieth soldier in the raping queue who throws the girl's black shawl over her white face so as not to see those impossible eyes while taking his military pleasure in the sad, sacked village.

In order to bask in that magic a wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle even though we must keep a little aloof, a little detached when reading. Then with a pleasure which is both sensual and intellectual we shall watch the artist build his castle of cards and watch the castle of cards become a castle of beautiful steel and glass.

What I am thinking of is the man of imagination and science, whose courage is infinite because his curiosity surpasses his courage. Nothing will keep him back...Any true scientist (not, of course,the fraudulent mediocrity, whose only treasure is the ignorance he hides like a bone) should be capable of experiencing that sensuous pleasure of direct and divine knowledge. He may be twenty and he may be eighty-five but without that tingle there is no science.

Yatmadan önce okuyabileceÄŸiniz iyi bir kitaba sahip olduÄŸunuzu bilmek zevklerin en büyüÄŸüdür.

milk, molasses, foaming champagne

Para mí, una obra de ficción sólo existe en la medida en que me proporciona lo que llamaré, lisa y llanamente, placer estético, es decir, la sensación de que es algo, en algún lugar, relacionado con otros estados de ánimo en que el arte (curiosidad, ternura, bondad, éxtasis) es la norma.

Moj posao je ?okolada. ?okolada je dobra stvar. Ima curica koje vole samo gorku... probirljiva mala prenemagala. (Ne razumem zašto ovo pišem).

Many fellow exils of mine denounce indignantly (and in this indignation there is a pinch of pleasure) fashionable abominations, including current dances. But fashion is a creature of man's mediocrity, a certain level of life, the vulgarity of equality, and to denounce it means admitting that mediocrity can create something (whether it be a form of government or a new kind of hairdo) worth making a fuss about.

Para mí, una obra e ficción sólo existe en la medida en que me proporciona lo que llamaré lisa y llanamente placer estético, es decir, la sensación de que es algo, en algún lugar, relacionado con otros estados de ser en que el arte (curiosidad, ternura, bondad, éxtasis) es la norma.