Quotes About Pleasure

it is possible to heal. It is even possible to thrive. Thriving means more than just an alleviation of symptoms, more than Band-Aids, more than functioning adequately. Thriving means enjoying a feeling of wholeness, satisfaction in your life and work, genuine love and trust in your relationships, pleasure in your body.

Being judgmental must surely be one of the most joyful activities known to the species and it is cruel that other animals are denied this pleasure.

Even a saint may take pleasure, in retrospect, in having been once desired

Conversation is the enemy of good wine and food.

Give them pleasure. The same pleasure they have when they wake up from a nightmare.

Revenge is sweet and not fattening.

It is one of the great joys of home ownership to fire a pistol in one's own bedroom

It belongs essentially to the advance of civilization as more and more organized increasing domination, that nature takes revenge on the men who have degraded it to mere material for human aims, by ensuring that men can only buy their domination by an ever-increasing suppression of their own nature. The division of nature and man in labour is reflected in the irreconcilability of the pleasure principle and the reality principle.

Lo, this is she that was the world's delight.

If you were queen of pleasure,And I were king of pain,We'd hunt down love together,Pluck out his flying feather,And teach his feet a measure,And find his mouth a rein.

If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together, In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or flowerful closes, Green pleasure or grey grief; If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf.

If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time, with a gift of tears; Grief, with a glass that ran; Pleasure, with pain for leaven; Summer, with flowers that fell; Remembrance, fallen from heaven, And madness risen from hell; Strength without hands to smite; Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.

What a difference is there between a deed whose pleasure passes away leaving behind it the pangs of pain and punishment and the deed whose oppressive harshness comes to an end leaving behind Divine rewards !

Best on the whole not to watch it at all : love is best felt : the acts of love are hard and disillusioning to view like this unless done by the greatest master picturemakers : otherwise the seeing of them being done and enjoyed by figurations of other people will always lock you outside them (unless your pleasure comes from taking solo pleasure or pleasure at one remove, in which case, yes, that's your pleasure).

Why did we stop running and playing? We loved it so much. Who made the rule that the child's pleasure in the body must come to an end? I blame the Puritans!

Swellegant is glamour, power, originality, and more. Swellegant is graceful power completely unaligned with God or this world's ethics. Swellegant is bursting with the pagan joy and pagan pleasure of being beautiful and fruitful.

Men were so grateful, she thought, when it came to sex.

People think pleasing God is all God care about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.

I began to think that my body was the most special thing in the world. Better than other bodies, even. Not because of the way it looked, but because of all the things it could do. All the different buttons there were to push. I wanted to find out what every single one of them was. I wanted to feel as good as possible.

Every moment is beautiful; delicious even!

My favorite thing in the world is a box of fine European chocolates which is, for sure, better than sex.

So if you brushed up against someone who suddenly made you feel twice as alive, the real crime was not taking hold of pleasure with both hands.

And it was quite some butt, Mack had to admit, particularly in those blue jeans. It might wind up crushing a man, but he'd sure as hell die happy.