Quotes About Pleasure

Aún me quedan, así lo espero, unos cuantos años de amistad, de pasable salud, de rutinarios afanes, de expectativa ante la suerte, pero ¿cuántos me quedan de placer? Tenía veinte años y era joven; tenía treinta y era joven; tenía cuarenta y era joven. Ahora tengo cincuenta años y soy "todavía joven". Todavía quiere decir: se termina.

Reading good literature is an experience of pleasure...but it is also an experience of learning what and how we are, in our human integrity and our human imperfection, with our actions, our dreams, and our ghosts, alone and in relationships that link us to others, in our public image and in the secret recesses of our consciousness.

Denial, particularly self-denial, is its own kind of pleasure.

Chocolate is the first luxury. It has so many things wrapped up in it: Deliciusness in the moment, childhood memories, and that grin-inducing feeling of getting a reward for being good.

Yet this little creature, of so mean an origin that she could not write her name, shone with an amiable lustre amid the corruptions and profanities of a Court, the scandal of her position and the enervation of luxury and pleasure — and this lustre she added to her generosity, her kindness and her womanly tenderness.

a pie so delicate, so luscious, that I hope to be propped up on my dying bed and fed a generous portion. Then I think that I should refuse outright to die, for life would be too good to relinquish.

I'm eating' it quick... but I'll remember it a long time.

I have hunted for less. I have killed for less. But never with as much pleasure.

Like pornography, junk [food] might be tough to define but you know it when you see it.

For the husband, the male prostate can only be accessed through the anus. It is called the "male G-spot" as it is reportedly a source of great pleasure when stroked by such things as a wife's finger.

Proving Rule #84: WHEN NOTHING ELSE WORKS, TRY CHOCOLATE.

Vladimir allegedly noting that "drinking is the joy of all Rus'. We cannot exist without that pleasure." (Some stereotypes have a long pedigree, it seems.)

The middle mammal brain is the seat of your emotions. (Call it your inner drama queen.) It's where powerful feelings—love, joy, sadness, anger, grief, jealousy, pleasure—arise.

to be paid for one's joy is to steal.

If you learn to view food as instructions that influence every aspect of your biology, and learn to combine that knowledge with the joy of cooking, there will be only pleasure and healing.

Where there's chocolate, there's hope.

I spent the next couple of hours either walking around with a gelato in my hand or on my knees in church asking to be forgiven for the sin of gluttony.

The key to knowing joy is being easily pleased.

I read for pleasure, to expand my world, to learn more, to live outside myself, yet enrich my inner life.

Laughter is an orgasm triggered by the intercourse of sense and nonsense.

The typical metrosexual is a young man with money to spend, living in or within easy reach of a metropolis — because that's where all the best shops, clubs, gyms and hairdressers are. He might be officially gay, straight or bisexual, but this is utterly immaterial because he has clearly taken himself as his own love object and pleasure as his sexual preference.

Sex is the theory; porn is the practice.

Pleasure and pain are immediate; knowledge, retrospective. A steel ball, suspended on a string, smacks into its brothers and nothing happens: no shock of recognition, no sudden epiphany. We go about our business, buttering the toast, choosing gray socks over brown. But here's the thing: just because we haven't understood something doesn't mean we haven't been shaped by it.

Thick mist swirled up from the river. Someone, Who claimed to have known me years before, Approached, saying there were many poets Wandering around who wished to be alive again. They were ready to say the words they had been unable to say— Words whose absence had been the silence of love, Of pain, and even of pleasure. —Mark Strand, from "XLV," Dark Harbor: A Poem (Alfred A. Knopf, 1994)