Best 1753 quotes in «pleasure quotes» category

Yogis are not against pleasure. It is just that they are unwilling to settle for little pleasures. They are greedy.

You cannot really hurt a masochist.

You can only derive pleasure from work when it is in the sphere of your calling

You can't have a women's body without having her heart, mind and soul if only momentarily.

You could have love, or you could have pleasure, and rarely did the two commingle. Love was difficult. Pleasure was not.

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.

You have a hierarchy of values; pleasure is at the bottom of the ladder, and you speak with a little thrill of self-satisfaction, of duty, charity, and truthfulness. You think pleasure is only of the senses; the wretched slaves who manufactured your morality despised a satisfaction which they had small means of enjoying. You would not be so frightened if I had spoken of happiness instead of pleasure: it sounds less shocking, and your mind wonders from the sty of Epicurus to his garden. But I will speak of pleasure, for I see that men aim at that, and I do not know that they aim at happiness. It is pleasure that lurks in the practice of every one of your virtues. Man performs actions because they are good for him, and when they are good for other people as well they are thought virtuous: if he finds pleasure in giving alms he is charitable; if he finds pleasure in helping others he is benevolent; if he finds pleasure in working for society he is public-spirited; but it is for your private pleasure that you give twopence to a beggar as much as it is for my private pleasure that I drink another whiskey and soda. I, less of a humbug than you, neither applaud myself for my pleasure nor demand your admiration.

Young people have many pleasures and many sorrows, because they have only themselves to think of.

You owe it to your loved ones as well as yourself to know and pursue your pleasures.

You of the North in general take love too soberly and seriously. You talk of duties where there should be only a question of pleasure.

You're rather good at this, aren't you?" And she didn't just mean his reading of Gerrard. Vane's grin converted to a rakish smile. "I'm rather good at lots of things." His voice had lowered to a rumbling purr. He leaned closer. Patience tried, very hard, to ignore the vise slowly closing about her chest. She kept her eyes on his, drawing ever nearer, determined that she wouldn't- absolutely would not- allow her gaze to drop to his lips. As her heartbeat deepened, she raised one brow challengingly. "Such as?" By the time Patience reached that conclusion, she was utterly breathless- and utterly enthralled by the heady feelings slowly spiraling through her. Vane's confident possession of her lips, her mouth, left her giddy- pleasurably so. His hard lips moved on hers, and she softened, not just her lips, but every muscle, every limb. Slow heat washed through her, a tide of simple delight that seemed to have no greater meaning, no deeper import. It was all pleasure, simple pleasure. With a mental sigh, she lifted her arms and draped them over his shoulders. He shifted closer. Patience thrilled to the slow surge of his tongue against hers. Boldly, she returned the caress, the muscles beneath her hands tensed. Emboldened, she let her lips firm against his, and reveled in his immediate response. Hard transmuted to harder; lips, muscles, all became more definite, more sharply defined. It was fascinating- she became softer- he became harder. And behind his hardness came heat- a heat they both shared. It rose like a fever, turning the swirling pleasure hot. Beyond the caress of his lips, he hadn't touched her, yet every nerve in her body was heating, simmering with sensation. The warm tide spread, swelled; the temperature increased. And she was flushed, restless- wanting.

1992 is not a year I shall look back on with undiluted pleasure. In the words of one of my more sympathetic correspondents, it hasturned out to be an Annus Horribilis.

You were given your sensuality for the joy you may give in return.

A cat never discusses his business with humans, not even Princesses. A cat never explains and never apologizes. A cat never alibis. You must accept a cat as it is and for what it is and not expect more than the pleasure of its company.

A babe at the breast is as much pleasure as the bearing is pain.

According to your sympathy, you will take pleasure in your own happiness or in the happiness of other people; but it is always your own happiness you seek.

After 30 years I have realized the greatest pleasure I can get is to have learnt.

Addicts turn their pleasures into vengeful Gods.

After carrying and collecting like the ant, Enjoy-before the grave worm devours thee.

A good Havana is one of the best pleasures that I know.

After having won a scepter, few are so generous as to disdain the pleasures of ruling.

A kind word will give more pleasure than a present.

Ah! si l'on o"  tait les chime'  res aux hommes, quel plaisir leur resterait? Oh! If man were robbed of his fantasies, what pleasure would be left him?

Alcohol carries the pleasures of the palate to their highest degree.

Albert Durer, the famous painter, used to say he had no pleasure in pictures that were painted with many colors, but in those which were painted with a choice simplicity. So it is with me as to sermons.

A life alert to simple pleasures, with perception cultivated and attuned to beauty, and a large capacity for friendship can serve us well come what may.

A life merely of pleasure, or chiefly of pleasure, is always a poor and worthless life.

A life devoted to seeking pleasure, is a life committed to being discontent.

A life of pleasure makes even the strongest mind frivolous at last.

A living creature develops a destructive impulse when it wants to destroy a source of danger... The original motive is not pleasure in destruction... I destroy in a dangerous situation because I want to live and do not want to have any anxiety. In short, the impulse to destroy serves a primary biological will to live.

All acts of love and pleasure are my rituals

All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.

All of the pleasures of this present physical life can be continued into the next life as well!

All of my pleasures are guilty, but that's just the way I'm wired.

All pleasures must be paid for, do not despise those that state their price.

All pleasures contain an element of sadness.

All pleasure should be a little bent, don't you think?

All the daily routine of life, our dressing and undressing, the coming and going from our work or carrying through of its various operations, is utterly without mental reference to pleasure and pain, except under rarely realized conditions.

All sensations are true; pleasure is our natural goal.

All reading for pleasure is entertainment.

All the other pleasures of life seem to wear out, but the pleasure of helping others in distress never does.

All those little congruences and arabesques you prepared with such delicate anticipatory pleasure are gobbled up as if by pigs at a pastry cart.

Alluring pleasure is said to have softened the savage dispositions (of early mankind). [Lat., Blanda truces animos fertur mollisse voluptas.]

A man who love only himself and his pleasures is vain, presumptuous, and wicked even from principle.

And I refused to make any sacrifices; for nothing on earth seemed more valuable than my peace of mind, my pleasure and my acclaim.

A man who sells his conscience for his interest will sell it for his pleasure. A man who will betray his country will betray his friend.

An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.

And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens take his pleasure.

And I sing and sing of awful things The pleasure that my sadness brings.

Americans are genuinely and profoundly anti-intellectual. They are especially so in their pleasure-seeking, which is epically banal.