Quotes About Pleasure

I just don't see the point of not eating cheese. I mean, if God didn't want us to eat cheese, would he have let man invent it?

I've committed many despicable acts in my life—and if I enjoyed them enough, I would do them again—but I would never dream of spoiling the ending to a book.

God gave woman a clitoris--a small little bit of flesh with only one purpose--transcendent sexual pleasure. So how is it that some people believe God and sex shouldn't be in the same sentence?

I really need an ice cream cone right now. Chocolate. Anything chocolate. Maybe chocolate ice cream dipped in chocolate.

That man in the bed loved the parties. It pleasured him to believe that we were happy, that all us stayed with him because we wanted to, not because we had to, that we didn't want to be free. I imagine that's what he told hisself to make it right.

One of the great joys in life is having ones hair brushed.

Toil and pleasure, in their natures opposite, are yet linked together in a kind of necessary connection.

The only thing we are naturally afraid of is pain, or loss of pleasure. And because these are not annexed to any shape, colour, or size of visible objects, we are frighted of none of them, till either we have felt pain from them, or have notions put into us that they will do us harm.

Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.

An improper mind is a perpetual feast.

was saying. "Yep, I hear tell they can't nobody please her. But I shore would like to find

Sex is all right, but a hot fudge sundae don't never ask if the baby's really his.

You lose a couple of pounds and get a guy good and drunk, you could have a hell of a good time even if you are not smart.

Tout ce temps, tous ces visages, tous ces cris de jouissance, ces étreintes sans âme au petit matin, quand la nuit n'est plus, le jour n'est pas encore, ton orgasme prend fin, et tes yeux se dessillent, ta chambre n'est qu'un bordel, Baudelaire est mort et, dans tes bras, il n'y a qu'une putain...

Desserts are for pleasure. They are indulgences and luxuries, and we count on them to raise our spirits. And what could raise a mood or spirit better than a luscious creamy dessert like a quivering panna cotta, a rich butterscotch pudding, a caramel apple shortcake, or a Venetian-style fried custard?... When we're served them, we feel safe and loved, and when we prepare them and serve them to others, we feel generous and nurturing.

I promise myself great pleasure from my visit to England. You know I am to stay with Dickens while in London; and beside his own very agreeable society, I shall enjoy that of the most noted literary men of the day, which will be a great gratification to me.

Mlle. Mars must not be judged more strictly than other French women -- for all French women are naughty women: -- as a general rule. To be sure there are exceptions -- for the Duchess D'Angouleme not only prays for the remission of her own sins but also for those of the Duchess Berry -- who takes pleasure where she can find it and not content with keeping the Arch Bishop of Paris, she puts all the "Garde du corps" under severe contribution.

Love of money is the disease which renders us most pitiful and grovelling, and love of pleasure is that which renders us most despicable.

The pleasure is mine, let me give some to you We can take our time, nothing I'd rather do To make you feel fine, to make your life shine Give you moments you can treasure forever Remember the pleasure is mine, mine, mine, all mine

Don't wreck a sublime chocolate experience by feeling guilty. Chocolate isn't like premarital sex. It will not make you pregnant. And it always feels good.

Don't wreck a sublime chocolate experience by feeling guilty. Chocolate isn't like premarital sex. It will not make you pregnant. And it always feels good.

Love is like cigarettes. It gives you a little pleasure while you're at it, but leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth and a pain in your chest.

Men like to pleasure us, girl. They like to undo our plaits and give us water to drink from their own mouths. That's what makes the world go round.

There is no sterner moralist than pleasure.