Quotes About Pleasure

Nicicând pl?cerea nu adusese cuiva at?ta durere.

I don't eat that much cake, but I never turn down a slice.

Marie se sentait bien, nue sous les draps a l'abri de l'orage, les sens exacerbes dans le noir, les yeux brillants dans les eclairs, savourant avec volupte la dimension erotique du plaisir qu'il y a de jouir de l'orage dans la chaleur d'un lit, la fenetre ouverte dans la nuit, quand le ciel se dechire et les elements se dechainent. La main et le regard, il n'est jamais question que de cela dans la vie, en amour, en art.

Sometimes we must undergo hardships, breakups, and narcissistic wounds, which shatter the flattering image that we had of ourselves, in order to discover two truths: that we are not who we thought we were; and that the loss of a cherished pleasure is not necessarily the loss of true happiness and well-being. (109)

Satisfying a savage instinct is incomparably more pleasurable than satisfying a civilized one.

Feeling - what authentic human fun!

I love sandwiches. Let's face it, life is better between two pieces of bread.

Expect to feel pleasure. Knowledge is sexy. Expect to feel pain. Knowledge is torture.

A beverage of leisure is a serious business," Shane Bowermaster was known to declare. "There can be no product of pleasure without the inverse on the end of the producer.

The problem with having so many naked women trying to hump me senseless was… Actually, there was no problem with it at all.

He drank deeply from his orange juice - really drank to savor it so that for a minute or two nothing existed in the house but his enjoyment.

Our desire for beauty is likely to outlast its object because, as Kant once observed, unlike all other pleasures, the pleasure we take in beauty is inexhaustible. No matter how long beautiful things endure, they cannot out-endure our longing for them.

Mainstream pop favored romantic dreams, but blues dealt with the sorrows and joys of real relationships: cheating, abandonment, and abuse were balanced by exuberant physical pleasure.

Perfect happiness existed, but perhaps only in small increments.

When obedience to God contradicts what I think will give me pleasure, let me ask myself if I love Him.

It was he who told her of the three inscriptions over the doors of the Milan Cathedral. One, with a carving of roses, says, "All that pleases is but for a moment"; another, with a carving of a cross, says, "All that grieves is but for a moment"; and over the great central door are only the words, "Nothing is important but that which is eternal.

I think the reason we're cruel sometimes is that we're afraid we're going to like something.

One good thing about someone really liking something you have is that you appreciate it yourself all over again.

I never saw the point in going out to fancy restaurants. It's not that I don't appreciate good food; I love good food. But why go to all this trouble? Why put on fancy clothes to eat? I

But a little perspiration never hurt anyone. Especially that sort of perspiration. And that sort of perspiration was definitely one of life's simple pleasures. Well, maybe that sort of perspiration wasn't so simple, she conceded.

Karen, her elbows folded on the deck-rail, wanted to share with someone the pleasure in being alone: this is the paradox of any happy solitude. She had never landed at Cork, so this hill and that hill beyond were as unexpected as pictures at which you say Oh look! Nobody was beside her to share the moment, which would have been imperfect with anyone else there.

Karen, her elbows folded on the deck-rail, wanted to share with someone her pleasure in being alone: this is the paradox of any happy solitude.

But is it such a bad thing to live like this for just a little while? Just for a few months of one's life, is it so awful to travel through time with no greater ambition than to find the next lovely meal? Or to learn how to speak a language for no higher purpose than that it pleases your ear to hear it? Or to nap in a garden, in a patch of sunlight, in the middle of the day, right next to your favourite fountain? And then to do it again the next day?

In a world of disorder and disaster and fraud, sometimes only beauty can be trusted. Only artistic excellence is incorruptible. Pleasure cannot be bargained down. And sometimes the meal is the only currency that is real.