The real practice of love goes beyond satisfaction and dissatisfaction. Wallowing in pleasure can be just as limiting as wallowing in pain if you don't open your heart beyond the satisfaction of your personal emotional needs.
There is something inexpressibly charming in falling in love and, surely, the whole pleasure lies in the fact that love isn't lasting.
Love is pleasure accompanied by the idea of an external cause, and hatred pain accompanied by the idea of an external cause.
Food can offer a moment of pure emotional pleasure in an otherwise hard and difficult world.
We know well enough when we're being unjust and despicable. but we don't restrain ourselves because we experience a certain pleasure, a primitive sort of satisfaction in moments like that.
One of the remarkable things about love is that, despite very irritating people writing poems and songs about how pleasant it is, it really is quite pleasant.
Religion was their meat and their excitement, their mental food and their emotional pleasure.
