Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
Pleasure is never as pleasant as we expected it to be and pain is always more painful. The pain in the world always outweighs the pleasure. If you don't believe it, compare the respective feelings of two animals, one of which is eating the other.
Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
every pleasure's got an edge of pain, pay your ticket and don't complain
And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.
Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.
Few pleasures there are indeed without an aftertouch of pain, but that is the preservation which keeps them sweet.
There's a lot of reasons you can think of to say why you act, but I can only say that it just felt good. At the same time, it felt really painful. It's still troubling and stressful to me.
The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell - in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond.
Not everyone is lucky enough to understand how delicious it is to suffer.
Despise pleasure; pleasure bought by pain in injurious.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
PAIN was no longer a cause of suffering, but a source of pleasure, Because they were redeeming humanity from its sins. Pain becomes joy, the meaning of life, pleasure.
Love begets love. This torment is my joy.
Sorrow, terror, anguish, despair itself are often the chosen expressions of an approximation to the highest good. Our sympathy in tragic fiction depends on this principle; tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain. This is the source also of the melancholy which is inseparable from the sweetest melody. The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
High heels are pleasure with pain.
Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.
Love is a fiend, a fire, a heaven, a hell Where pleasure, pain, and sad repentance dwell
That’s right, you nasty little vixen, bite me harder." Ian urged.
Pleasure itself is painful at the bottom.
Françoise could not help taking a surreptitious glance at Xavière: she gave a start of amazement. Xavière was no longer watching, her head was lowered. Françoise barely suppressed a scream. The girl was pressing the lighted end against her skin, a bitter smile curling her lips. It was an intimate, solitary smile, like that of a half-wit; the voluptuous, tortured smile of a woman possessed of some secret pleasure.
Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.
