Quotes About Pleasure

My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it is on your plate.

Life happened. In all its banality, brutality, cruelty, unfairness. But also in its beauty, pleasures and delights. Life happened.

When someone went too long without touch, they became hypersensitive to the slightest graze. There was truth to it. Last weekend, Eva had almost had an orgasm when her hairstylist shampooed her. And her hairstylist was a grandmother of six.

Arousal through biting is a thing, you know. It's called odaxelagnia,

knees, and slammed into her, to the hilt. The headboard crashed against the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out with shock and excruciating pleasure. It raged through her in waves.

He buried his tongue inside her, massaging her clit with his thumb—and that's when Jenna began to fall apart, shuddering uncontrollably, moaning his name. Only then did he cover her with his strong body, kiss her devouringly, and sink inside her. Eric knew she wanted it fast, but he fucked her slow—as slow and deep as he was kissing her—and his measured intensity knocked Jenna into a thundering

white-hot orgasm that seemed to emanate from everywhere at once. In that moment, the only sensation she felt, the only thought in her brain, the source of all the pleasure in the world, was Eric.

Even those with unspendable fortunes only have one mind, one mouth, two ears, two eyes and one pleasure station. There's only so much fun you can take.

I'd do you both in heartbeat and come back for seconds.

Corn dogs are like blow jobs. If you complain about one, you're the problem.

You'll get a cheat meal, no question. It's not a cheat day. Every day, I indulge with something, because if I feel restricted, I'm gonna lash out.

Believe me, nobody likes to loaf more than me.

Of all noises, I think music is the least disagreeable.

People seem to read so much more nonfiction than fiction, and so it always gives me great pleasure to introduce a friend or family member to a novel I believe they'll cherish but might not otherwise have thought to pick up and read.

I will normally eat about seven or eight mince pies in one sitting. Sometimes, I can get to double figures. My friends, and probably most people, stop at two, so they probably dislike me a bit for it.

I love buying things I wouldn't normally buy, especially cigars.

I like clothes. And I think it's OK to think about clothes just so long as you also think about other things. I'm not interested in clothes to the point where they'll push other things out of my mind; I just see them as a way of expressing yourself, and a pleasure, really.

The notion of getting pleasure from food has gone too far; we can also get pleasure from anticipating a meal, and from not being quite sated.

I enjoy eating so much. I eat for happiness, fuel, and nourishment.

If you ask people if they enjoy crime novels, they'll say, 'Oh, my guilty pleasure is...' then name a really brilliant crime writer.

Everyone likes a burger now and then, and that's absolutely fine.

Part of life and part of the enjoyment of life is a croissant and a chocolate cake and eggs and milkshakes and oatmeal. There's so many things, you have to learn to appreciate it all. When I don't eat as much as I should, I'm not fun to be around; I'm fussy.

An object should elicit desire, and often it happens not because people need it but because they love it.

Luxury is a difficult object to describe - it's been the object of hundreds of years of discussion. We definitely don't need it, but it's good for the soul.