The consciousness of the falsity of present pleasures, and the ignorance of the vanity of absent pleasures, cause inconstancy.
quote by Blaise Pascal
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Oh What Pleasures
Oh what pleasures I have had
with just my thoughts of you.
I could not say them all aloud
for none would think them true.
Only I can treasure these.
Only I can know
what these pleasures have done to me
and where they had me go.
Into the garden under a bough
with no one there to see,
under the starlit evening skies
with your arms enclosing me.
Onto the fields in broad daylight
trying to avoid the sun,
succumbing to nature's mating call
We two become as one.
Oh what pleasures my thoughts do give
but never would I say.
I keep them silently in my mind
and pray they're true someday.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Mistake not. Those pleasures are not pleasures that trouble the quiet and tranquillity of thy life.
quote by Jeremy Taylor
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Simple pleasures were all the pleasures that I knew as a child.
quote by Willie Stargell
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The people who are regarded as moral luminaries are those who forego ordinary pleasures themselves and find compensation in interfering with the pleasures of others.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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Indecision regarding the choice among pleasures temporarily robs a man of inner peace. After due reflection, he attains joy by turning away from the lower pleasures and seeking the higher ones.
quote by I Ching
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Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.
quote by W. Somerset Maugham
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Religions, which condemn the pleasures of sense, drive men to seek the pleasures of power. Throughout history power has been the vice of the ascetic.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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Enjoy present pleasures in such a way as not to injure future ones.
Enjoy present pleasures in such a way as not to injure future one.
I have a lot of pleasures that I think might be guilty for some people, but I don't really believe in "guilty" guilty pleasures. If I like chocolate, I'm going to eat it. And I won't eat it in a closet.
Scarlett Johansson in Index Magazine (2001)
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The remembrance of past pleasures adds to present sorrows.
The belief in the possibility of a short decisive war appears to be one of the most ancient and dangerous of human illusions.
Robert Lynd in The Pleasures of Ignorance (1921)
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Frontal...
and there was this abbot of
mont serrat
who used an unknown number
and texted me the worst story about
myself, which he believes to be
this sort of hook, line and sinker
his lips entangled in the
falsity of
the pleasures of the rumor
and i simply read and afterward deleted
what must necessarily belong
to him
in a little way the rivers get crumpled
but the rains flatten out what creases are there
now, i listen only to myself
and see the sheen of my own light
to myself i am true
to no other must i be responsible.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To know the pains of power, we must go to those who have it; to know its pleasures, we must go to those who are seeking it. The pains of power are real; its pleasures imaginary.
Charles Caleb Colton in Lacon (1825)
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Absent From Routine
Absent but not of mind.
Too protective of precious consciousness,
Peace of mind and happiness.
Absent from nonsense.
Professed and not guessed.
And not seeking any to find.
To torment like the rest.
Absent from routine,
And thoughts of wasting time.
Absent from props used for chaos.
And those creating it to market!
As if this is a goldmine.
And the grease of sleaze,
Is there to slop it not stop it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Pleasure Is This To You, O God?
what pleasure is this to you, o god,
in creating and destroying me again and again?
are you not tired of this boring game?
you scatter around me a wealth of pleasures
all of them but beyond my tiny reach-
all my life i waste in greed and tears
i acquire nothing but wrinkles and silvery hair-
why not teach me the real pleasures of living?
-sundaram chandrakalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Your Acts Kept Practiced
While you were deciding,
Who was and who was not worthy...
The Earth beneath your feet,
Was being sold...
As you directed tactics.
While you were practicing,
Division and indecision...
Your own deceit taught you knew,
Was preparing to teach...
A lesson or two!
And now you seek,
A return to pleasures.
Those pleasures you fed...
To keep your nose up high,
And your disguise...
Being stripped from you,
Right before your eyes.
And now you seek,
A return to pleasures.
And without measure...
Your treasures have been downsized!
While you were deciding,
Who was and who was not worthy...
The Earth beneath your feet,
Was being sold...
As you directed tactics.
Your acts kept practiced...
Has entrapped you as one victimized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Pleasures of Ordinary Life
I've had my share of necessary losses,
Of dreams I know no longer can come true.
I'm done now with the whys and the becauses.
It's time to make things good, not just make do.
It's time to stop complaining and pursue
The pleasures of an ordinary life.
I used to rail against my compromises.
I yearned for the wild music, the swift race.
But happiness arrived in new disguises:
Sun lighting a child's hair. A friend's embrace.
Slow dancing in a safe and quiet place.
The pleasures of an ordinary life.
I'll have no trumpets, triumphs, trails of glory.
It seems the woman I've turned out to be
Is not the heroine of some grand story.
But I have learned to find the poetry
In what my hands can touch, my eyes can see.
The pleasures of an ordinary life.
Young fantasies of magic and of mystery
Are over. But they really can't compete
With all we've built together: A long history.
Connections that help render us complete.
Ties that hold and heal us. And the sweet,
Sweet pleasures of an ordinary life.
poem by Judith Viorst
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Golden Coins
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Say youre mine, then ask me what you will
All your dreams, my darling Ill fulfill
Golden coins, I will bring to you
Silver trinkets and rubies too
In return dear Im begging you
For the pleasures of love
Ill bring gifts, like you never saw
Priceless garments that youll adore
Persian rugs to enhance your floor
For the pleasures of love
Darling, choose anything you please
Rich brocade, or woven tapestries
In exchange, I plead on my knees
For the pleasure of love
Golden coins, Ill place at your feet
Precious jewels to make life complete
All my treasures are yours my sweet
For the pleasures of love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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A Lady Forsaken Complayneth
If pleasures be in painfulness, in pleasures doth my body rest,
If joyes accord with carefulness, a joyful hart is in my brest:
If prison strong be liberty, in liberty long have I been,
If joyes accord with misery, who can compare a lyfe to myne:
Who can unbind that is sore bound? who can make free yet is sore thrall,
Or how can any means be found to comfort such a wretch withall?
None can but he yet hath my hart, convert my pains to comfort then,
Yet since his servant I became, most like a bondman have I been:
Since first in bondage I became, my word and deed was ever such,
That never once he could me blame, except for loving him too much.
Which I can judge no just offence, nor cause that I deserved disdayne,
Except he mean through false pretense, through forgèd love to make a trayne.
Nay, nay, alas, my fainèd thoughts my freded and my fainèd ruth,
My pleasures past, my present plaints, shew well I mean but to much truth:
But since I can not him attain, against my will I let him goe,
And lest he glorie at my pain, I wyl attempt to cloke my woe.
Youth learne by me but do not prove, for I have provèd to my pain,
What greeuous greefes do grow by love, and what it is to love in vaine.
poem by Sir Edward Dyer
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