Leigh Hunt Quotes

He bit the inside of his cheek, Death purring wildy. The pleasure of her touch, even one so innocent, rocked him to the core.

There's a fine line between pleasure and pain. Love me like a ball and chain.

Willem holds my wrist for a long moment, looking at that birthmark. Then he lifts it to his mouth. And though his lips are soft and his kiss is gentle, it feels like a knife jamming into the electrical socket. It feels like the moment when I go live

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

There is so much a man can tell you,So much he can say.You remain, my power, my pleasure, my pain

Do you think it takes true pain to experience true pleasure?

There was no word in the dictionary adequate to describe the sensation other than sensational.

Come! you presence will either give me life or kill me with pleasure.

There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.

Let every emotion be capable becoming an intoxication to you. If what you eat fails to make you drunk, it is because you are not hungry enough.

There is pleasure in calm remembrance of a past sorrow.

Die of a rose in aromatic pain.

We are so constituted that we can gain intense pleasure only from the contrast, and only very little from the condition itself.

Every moment instructs, and every object; for wisdom is infused into every form. It has been poured into us as blood; it convulsed us as pain; it slid into us as pleasure; it enveloped us in dull, melancholy days, or in days of cheerful labor; we did not guess its essence until after long time.

Go where the pain is, go where the pleasure is.

Something clenched in my chest, and for a moment, the whole world narrowed down to the green of his eyes.

I nothing had, and yet enough for youth--Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,--O, give me back my youth again!

Pain makes me grow. Growing is what I want. Therefore, for me pain is pleasure.

I was crying and laughing, snuffing tears and blood, bumping at him with my bound hands, trying awkwardly to thrust them at him so that he could cut the rope. He quit grappling, and clutched me so hard against him that I yelped in pain as my face was pressed against his plaid. He was saying something else, urgently, but I couldn’t manage to translate it. Energy pulsed through him, hot and violent, like the current in a live wire, and I vaguely realized that he was still almost berserk; he had no English.

Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.

Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.

Friends or foes, they are all instruments in Her hands to help us work out our own karma, through pleasure or pain. As such, 'Mother' bless all.

In educating the young we steer them by the rudders of pleasure and pain

Violent pleasures which reach the soul through the body are generally of this sort-they are reliefs of pain.

I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would: Drop everything now, meet me in the pourin' rain, Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain; Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Hit me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down, Give me somethin' that'll haunt me when you're not around; Cause I see sparks fly whenever you . . . smile.