Quotes About Pleasure

On a mutual dare, they killed for the first time when they were fifteen. They enjoyed it. And satanism justified it. Gosset called it "just another way of believing.

to devote himself to pleasure. Now Dorian was occupied with the cover-up of the truth of Springville and needed Ludlow for this one task

to devote himself to pleasure. Now Dorian was occupied with the cover-up of the truth of Springville and needed Ludlow for this one task, and Haskell was back to do his part for the team.

The only thing that equals my joy in knitting is the pleasure of reading!

The first," Elise repeated, and for reasons she could only guess at, being first gave her a sense of pleasure. She decided to buy those flowers for Aurora, after all.

I do love a good yarn, fiction and fiber. The only thing that equals my joy in knitting is the pleasure of reading!" —Priscilla

I love this idea, Bruno says. Of being broken but finding pleasure in it.

For his part he sensed with despair that he wouldn't come, no matter how long they kept at it. But this activity made him happy, he could stand here all night and offer pleasure to this other human being, this creature of form and flesh crying like an anvil.

Por supuesto. —Echó un trago—. El mundo es violento, Patrick. La gente disfruta matando. Porque… —Les da poder —dijo Oscar. —Exactamente —reconoció Devin—. Tiene que haber algo en ello que te hace sentir la hostia de bien. Todo ese poder… —Se encogió de hombros—. Pero ¿para qué te explicamos esto si tú ya lo sabes?

If we identify having fun with happiness, we will identify the opposite of fun, pain, with unhappiness. However, because no happiness is possible without pain, the attempt always to avoid it by having fun as much as possible makes happiness impossible

fun is temporary, happiness is ongoing. Or to put it another way, fun is during, happiness is during and after.

Aggravation or stress kills—as do many other things in life, such as cigarettes. But stress is worse than cigarettes. Cigarettes at least give some pleasure before they cause the premature death of about one out of every three smokers. Aggravation, on the other hand, only provides pain and probably kills more people than cigarettes.

The proper way to eat a fig, in society, Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump, And open it, so that it is a glittering, rosy, moist, honied, heavy-petalled four-petalled flower.

The young man, perched insecurely in the slen­der branches, rocked till he felt slightly drunk, reached down the boughs, where the scarlet beady cherries hung thick underneath, and tore off handful after handful of the sleek, cool-fleshed fruit. Cherries touched his ears and his neck as he stretched forward, their chill fingertips sending a flash down his blood. All shades of red, from a golden vermilion to a rich crimson, glowed and met his eyes under a dark­ness of leaves.

She collects a tray from the kitchen: arranges almond and mango cream puffs, brown sugar lace cookies, and miniature napoleons of vanilla and guava: fleeting breaths of pate a choux and buttercreams that dissolve in single bites.

It wasn't a thing I had consciously missed, but having it now reminded me of the joy of it; that drowsy intimacy in which a man's body is accessible to you as your own, the strange shapes and textures of it like a sudden extension of your own limbs.

I dinna know what's a sadist. And if I forgive you for this afternoon, I reckon you'll forgive me, too, as soon as ye can sit down again. As for my pleasure... His lip twitched. I said I would have to punish you. I did not say I wasna going to enjoy it. He crooked a finger at me. Come here.

Bedding her could be anything from tenderness to riot, but to take her when she was a bit the worse for drink was always a particular delight. Intoxicated, she took less care for him than usual; abandoned and oblivious to all but her own pleasure, she would rake him, bite him - and beg him to serve her so, as well. He loved the feeling of power in it, the tantalizing choice between joining her at once in animal lust, or of holding himself-for a time- in check, so as to drive her at his whim.

Some kinds of hunger were sweet in themselves, the anticipation of satisfaction as keen a pleasure as the slaking.

There is nothing more delightful in life than a feather bed and an open fire—except a feather bed with a warm and tender lover in it.

You'll have to keep it up for longer than that, if you expect ecstatic moans," I answered. "Two minutes doesn't deserve any more than a giggle.

Maybe it was the result of gardening, that quiet sense of pleasure in touching growing things, the satisfaction of helping them thrive.

Still, he was pleased to know that he could recall so much of the play and passed the rest of the journey pleasantly in reciting lines to himself, being careful not to snort.

Christ, was he going to die in public, in a pleasure garden, in the company of a sodomite spy dressed like a rooster?