Quotes About Pleasure

Smiling, I picked up the other two bundles and followed happily after.

To speak, to write , without charm is to make utterances without reference to a reality outside oneself. It is an act devoid of the playfulness of art, without the attractive humility of one who know absolutely that others exist and therefore feels drawn to please them, because to give them an instant of pleasure is to acknowledge their existence.

Not erotic life, but the pleasure of the mind filling like the lower chamber of an hourglass with the slow-moving grains of a perfect day—sky, carnations, walking, reading, writing, Toasted Cheese, the presence of another who wishes to be so still, so silent too.

Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing.

If our sociality motivates caring for others, it is also true that we are given to hate. We humans regularly derive pleasure from hating those we consider outsiders. We tend to find hating energizing.

Each human must invent human love, a chance that will be given to you in becoming human. And for all the atrocity they have done and will do, it is still through human love, and no other, that appetite, desire, and pleasure themselves become the source of ethics, which knowledge makes inseparable from love

A beer doesn't have to be difficult to acquire, but damned if that doesn't make everything taste better.

It often occurs to me that we love most what makes us miserable. In my opinion, the damned are damned because they enjoy being damned.

Dahmer was pathetic and incredibly selfish as he began the process of trying to find sexual pleasure and companionate happiness with another man, only to discover that what he really wanted was a completely incapacitated and compliant sexual partner who fit the very specific body type that he deemed perfect.

what leads us to procrastinate is not just the actual pleasure from those activities, but more importantly, the pleasure we expect to feel in choosing those activities over another. This is the scientific explanation behind procrastination—we anticipate we're going to feel better doing something else, so we go ahead and do it.

It is essentially an act of avoiding discomfort (i.e. the trouble of doing the intended task) and pursuing pleasure instead (i.e. substituting more enjoyable activities, plus the relief of not having to engage in the intended task).

With so much focus on how to extract what you want from other people, what's been lost is the seemingly simple revelation that conversation should actually be fun and enjoyable.

there is no replacement as such in that pleasure retains its dominance. The reality principle "does not abandon the intention of ultimately obtaining pleasure, but it nevertheless demands and carries into effect the postponement of satisfaction, the abandonment of a number of possibilities of gaining satisfaction and the temporary toleration of unpleasure as a step on the long indirect road to pleasure.

No. You should take pleasure in following the Lethani. If you fight well, you should take pride in doing a thing well. For the fighting itself you should feel only duty and sorrow. Only barbarians and madmen take pleasure in combat. Whoever loves the fight itself has left the Lethani behind.

We want the sweet things, but we need the unpleasant ones.

fields. I found myself grinning for no good reason, save that I was happy.

He had no use for sensual gratification, unless that gratification consisted of pure, incorporeal odors.

El olor de mar le gustaba tanto, que deseaba respirarlo puro algún día y en grandes cantidades, a fin de embriagarse de él.

era realmente demasiado agradable, casi su número favorito entre todos los representantes en el escenario de su gran teatro interior, porque comunicaba la maravillosa sensación de agotamiento placentero que sigue a todo acto verdaderamente grande y heroico.

Quizá faltan unas gotas de limón pensó, pero esto ya era casi frívola glotonería, porque cuando bebía después de cada bocado un pequeño sorbo de vino tinto de la botella y se lo paseaba por la lengua y entre los dientes, el regusto algo metálico del pescado se mezclaba con el fuerte y ácido perfume del vino de un modo tan convincente, que Jonathan estaba seguro de no haber comido en toda su vida mejor que ahora, en este momento.

He had withdrawn solely for his own personal pleasure, only to be near to himself. No longer distracted by anything external, he basked in his own existence and found it splendid.

Here is joy and neglect. A little mescal. A little jacking off, but mostly just work. —This is how I live, I am thinking.

Half-empty paper coffee cups. Half-eaten deli sandwiches. An encrusted soup bowl. Here is joy and neglect. A little mescal. A little jacking off, but mostly just work. —This is how I live, I am thinking.

A sudden gust of wind shakes the branches of trees scattering a swirl of leaves that shimmer eerily in the bright filtered light. Leaves as vowels, whispers of words like a breath of net. Leaves are vowels. I sweep them up hoping to find the combinations I am looking for. The language of the lesser gods. But what of God himself? What is his language? What is his pleasure? Does he meld with the lines of Wordsworth, the musical phrases of Mendelssohn, and experience nature as genius conceives it?