Quotes About Pleasure

The clitoris not only applauds when a women flaunts her mastery; it will give a standing ovation. In the multiple orgasm, we see the finest evidence that our lady Klitoris helps those who help themselves. It may take many minutes to reach the first summit, but once there the lusty mountaineer finds wings awaiting her. She does noy need to scramble back to the ground before scaling the next peak, but can glide like a raptor on currents of joy.

You dedicate your life to the pursuit of pleasure. No over-indulgence, mind you, but knowing that your body is apleasure machine, you treat it carefully in order to get the most out of it.

Her invitation wasn't to pleasure, but to struggle, hard and sharp, closer to murder than love. If you threw yourself on her, it would be like throwing yourself from the parapet of a skyscraper. You would do it with a scream. You couldn't expect to rise again. Your teeth would be driven into your skull like nails into a pine board and your back would be broken. You wouldn't even have time to sweat or close your eyes.

The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing second, the gratification of one's family and friends and lastly, the solid cash.

How many thousands have I spent on perfume and alcohol, cigarettes and Turkish baths, disappointing trips and third-class movies; how many months in silent bars or parks, expecting, in a chair with a book not reading, or waiting in line, waiting in line? Who will tell me it's a loss when I know life must be for pleasure? The parks were balanced by museums, the baths by oceans, bars by composition, and the dreaming chair by books finished. Nothing is waste that makes a memory.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Nina felt an inordinate pleasure, a pleasure that seemed to creep up on her the way the mud oozed through her barefoot toes.

In 1984, Huxley added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we hate will ruin us. Huxley feared that what we love will ruin us. This book is about the possibility that Huxley, not Orwell, was right.

Although Verwoerd thought Africans were lower than animals, his death did not yield us any pleasure. Political assassination is not something I or the ANC ever supported. It is a primitive way of contending with an opponent

I'm a big potato chip girl. I don't like chocolate and cakes and all that, but I have to have my potato chips. I've got bags in the back of my car right now! But I never beat myself up about it, because, look: You can't give up every damn thing. You need something in your life that you like just because you like it!

A little wine is good for the soul." "A lot is better.

She lived in the dream world of unreality, or else she would not admit reality; he did not know. In any case, he loved her as she was. It might never be used, but it would give her pleasure to have it.

High achievers are motivated by pleasurable outcomes. Underachievers are motivated by pleasurable methods.

Tratemos de ser felices, recomiendo yo, chupando la miserable costilla humana. Extraigamos de ella el líquido renovador, Cada cual de acuerdo con sus inclinaciones personales. ¡Aferrémonos a esta piltrafa divina!

Je moet die mensen die zeggen dat je je de pleuris moet werken om de goede dingen van het leven te kunnen waarderen, niet geloven. Dat is niet waar. Die willen je naaien. Genot is een religie en het lichaam is de tempel.

Il piacere è una religione e il corpo è il suo tempio.

En terwijl de trein me wegbracht, kwam ik terecht op planeten waar het altijd nacht is, op roltrappen waar geen einde aan komt en tussen echtgenotes die hun mannen doodslaan met bevroren lamsbouten. Dat was puur genot.

Jij neukt me vanachter terwijl ik de pennette ai quattro formaggi doorroer.

I have loved you in every manner that my imagination could contrive. I have wanted you so deeply that my body sang with pain and pleasure. You have been my obsession, my passion, my philosophers' stone of fantasy. You are my desire, my longing, my spirit. I love you unconditionally. - Sabine Strohem

My true intent is all for your delight.

Take your joy, then, child, just tell me no more about it, and don't say I didn't warn you.

He smiled again, pleased but it didn't hide the tightness in his jaw, the worry and the weariness.

It pleases me to wear silk couture and pearls. I like the way it feels on my skin, the way it fits.

Everything tasted round and ripe. The air was as rich and sweet as cider. Just breathing fed some part of her.