Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Pleasure is nothing else but the intermission of pain.
There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.
Perhaps all pleasure is only relief.
Anything that has a relationship with pleasure, we reject it. Eating, they talk about cholesterol; making love, they talk about AIDS; you talk about smoking, they talk about cancer. It's a very sick society that rejects pleasure.
Pleasure usually takes the form of me and now; joy is us and always.
The essence of pleasure is spontaneity.
Who ever said that pleasure wasn't functional?
I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.
A real pleasure is a pleasure that one enjoys by one's self, without a companion, and without a single argument.
The vocabulary of pleasure depends on the imagery of pain.