The stoic contemplates fallen leaves; the epicure rakes them into a loveseat.
The stoic contemplates fallen leaves; the epicure rakes them into a loveseat.
Pleasure, I remind myself, is inseparable from its lawfully wedded mate, pain.
For your learning disability pleasure, I’ll be playing a song backwards.
if only these treasures were not so fragile as they are precious and beautiful.
Here at last is her smile: burn it into your memory; you won't see it often.
I set out to discover the why of it, and to transform my pleasure into knowledge.
... both pleasure and devotion require a stress-free space in which to flourish...
Perhaps in nearly every joy, as certainly in every pleasure, cruelty has its place.
Give them pleasure. The same pleasure they have when they wake up from a nightmare.
May a man live well-enough and long-enough, to leave many joyful widows behind him.
You owe it to your loved ones as well as yourself to know and pursue your pleasures.
When you have wit of your own, it's a pleasure to credit other people for theirs.
All beings desire pleasure, a surcease of need or want, and there is no shame in that.
His distress and pleasure mixed and married, giving birth to several anxious children.
I maybe such a pain in the ass,But in a good way.I give you pleasure at the same time!