Quotes About Pleasure

I will to EgyptAnd though I make this marriage for my peace,I' the East my pleasure lies.

How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere

Let the coming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

Life is hard; get as much free cake as you possibly can. My

It's joy. And you should work on filling all your years with as much joy as possible. Even

To do it artificially, to try to hype myself into being a better writer by doggedly reading better literature, is also a mistake. I learn to use the language by the pleasures it gives me when I am able to swim in it or maneuver in it or interchange in it with the people around me.

And what the music elicits—in me, in most everyone who hears it and takes to it—is a strangely comforting, sensual melancholy, a gentle sadness, the kind that comes with soft rain. It's the same for all truly great dark art. There's a pleasure in seeing our shadows paraded beautifully. It's liberating to find them so prettily decked out, a sort of reverse Halloween.

In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration:—feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love....

Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.

and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particular way in which we have been accustomed to be pleased.

The pleasure-house is dust:—behind, before, This is no common waste, no common gloom; But Nature, in due course of time, once more Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom. She leaves these objects to a slow decay, That what we are, and have been, may be known; But at the coming of the milder day, These monuments shall all be overgrown.

They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude And then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils

they should consent to be pleased in spite of that most dreadful enemy to our pleasures, our own pre-established codes of decision.

When I was in Birmingham I used to go to a place called Redwood Field. I used to get there for a two o'clock game. Where can you make this kind of money playing sports? It was just a pleasure to go out and enjoy myself and get paid for it.

Set your pace to a stroll. Stop whenever you want. Interrupt, jump back and forth, I won't mind. This book should be as easy as laughter. It is stuffed with small things to take away. Please help yourself.

My rule of life prescribed as an absolutely sacred rite smoking cigars and also the drinking of alcohol before, after and if need be during all meals and in the intervals between them.

we read, if we have the true reader's zest and plate, not to grow more knowing, but to be less pent up and bound within a little circle,—as those who take their pleasure, and not as those who laboriously seek instruction,—as a means of seeing and enjoying the world of men and affairs.

Remember, if you smoke after sex you're doing it too fast.

Sex is like having dinner: sometimes you joke about the dishes, sometimes you take the meal seriously.

Sex is better than talk. Ask anybody in this bar. Talk is what you suffer through so you can get to sex.

I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer.

Sex without love is an empty experience ... but as empty experiences go, it's one of the best.