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I think I'm honored. Or speechless. Maybe something in between there.
My liveliest delight was in having conquered myself.
He tastes like my deepest craving fulfilled.
I was helplessly captured; and hopelessly enraptured.
I read to be taken out of myself, to become ecstatic.
said. I gulped down some
I'm excited and blessed.
I tried to communicate happiness in that word, but I don't know if it came out that way. All I was feeling was despair. And envy. Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.
Your greatest pleasure is that which rebounds from hearts that you have made glad.
Joy sat in my throat like an egg resting on a spoon, quiet and fragile, but real.
I deserved to find pleasure that surpassed my imagination, better than any I had experienced.
his mind at rest, his flesh at ease, he went on, re-chewing his happiness, like those who after dinner taste again the truffles which they are digesting.
I gazed at myself, no longer with shame, but with joy. I felt, if not exactly strong, then at least potentially so, harmonious, sensuous, almost beautiful.
dazzled by the sheer essence of the whole,
My joy is as painful as my pain.
I was awesome wrapped in awesome smothered in more awesome.
Joys season'd high, and tasting strong of guilt.
Self-pity oozed through my soul. I tried to relax and enjoy it.
So much to relish and remember.
It was a pleasure to burn.
There is a certain pleasure in weeping
I was anxious to please, even if I hated the recipient of my pleasing. My pleasee.
I am an acquired taste.
Relieved and overjoyed, I felt kind of like a five-year-old, too. I felt like a lamb that's found its way home again, or the small child each of us secretly hides at heart.
With each passing minute, I'm developing a deeper appreciation of the word mortified,
There is no better taste than this: someone else's laughter in your mouth.
Satisfaction. Now there's a loaded word.
It is difficult to express in words the feelings of happiness and pride which fill me.
Fortune proclaimed
The nourishment is palatable.
Loved with obsessive devotion, hated with barely controlled fury.
I'd missed this so much, this simple pleasure. The sensation of a heavy shaft sliding over my tongue, pushing deeper and deeper into me until my lips bumped against my hand.
After a sound drubbing followed by half a day's fasting, I felt more like laughing than like crying; and, in half a while, all was forgotten and my wickedness began afresh and worse than ever.
It felt terrific. It felt deeper and richer than laughter. It felt like opening a door and tumbling headfirst into a pile of feathers.
enthralled with the film as I
I used to be disgusted. Now, I'm just amused...
There is no pleasure that I haven't made myself sick on.
Such grief might be to them quite delicious, a delicacy.
I flush with heaving passion's strange delight, Yet find contentment lost in appetite.
Whenever you are sincerely pleased you are nourished.
Laughter nibbled at my lips like tiny fish in warm water.
Madame ... gloatingly savored her words as earlier she had savored her pig's trotter.
Some kinds of hunger were sweet in themselves, the anticipation of satisfaction as keen a pleasure as the slaking.
I began to feel like a kept man and it felt great.
In my deepest wound I saw your glory, and it dazzled me.
The pleasure was all yours.
There was a great satisfaction to be found in the food which we need and obtain by our own hand.
All the overpowering blinding, bewildering, first effects of strong surprise were over with her. Still, however, she had enough to feel! It was agitation, pain, pleasure, a something between delight and misery.
Rejoice. Rejoice.
A lonely impulse of delight
A lesser man might have begrudged
him that, but remembering the old adage, "The finder's goods shall
he retain / Nor mind the loser's dreadful pain," I rejoiced, rather, in his good
fortune.
My help had been needed and claimed; I had given it: I was pleased to have done something: trivial, transitory though the deed was, it was yet an active thing, and I was weary of an existence all passive.
We may anticipate bliss, but who ever drank of that enchanted cup unalloved?
But this pleasure was not unalloyed with pain, and it seemed as if the universal joy of the awakening world could now only impart a delight which was half sorrow to her grief-crushed soul and withered heart.
I felt so happy I could barely stay in my skin
Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine - how good how fine. It went down all pulpy, slushy, oozy, all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large, beatified Strawberry.
Delicacy of taste has the same effect as delicacy of passion; it enlarges the sphere both of our happiness and our misery.
I'm proud of myself. I'm a relieved, happy girl.
The smell of food made him realize how ravenous he was. There was hot bread and honey, a bowl of pease porridge, a skewer of roast onions and well-charred meat. He sat by the tray, pulled apart the bread with his hands, and stuffed some into his mouth.
JUST LIKE CANDY is a delicious, decadent treat.
My heart is filled with overflowing gratitude.
The sugary taste of satisfaction is bliss.
Less keen and lofty was the delight, but deeper and nearer to mortal heart; marvelous and yet not strange.
I was glad to be tenderly remembered, to be gently pitied, not to be quite forgotten.
I couldn't be happier.
That which has been endured with difficulty is remedied with delight.
I was truly happy. But my state was not that of any ordinary satisfaction. It was a joy which stemmed directly from creative, artistic achievement.
Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.
I was enjoying myself now. I had taken two finger bowls of champagne and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental and profound.
I feel a very unusual sensation - if it is not indigestion, I think it must be gratitude.
Be glad, be glad.
There is no pleasure that I haven't actually made myself sick on.
I tasted the bread and wine of equality.
Kisses that danced with smiles tasted amazing.
I glance in the mirror. Surprise,
surprise - I look finger-lickin'
delicious.
The righteous shall rejoice.
Did you enjoy yourself?' I asked.
'Mmm,' he said. 'It was fun, wasn't it?' He wasn't using a knife, but held a fork in his right hand like a child or an American. He smiled.
i swallowed the syllables of your name
and i was full.
A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.
All of us have had the experience of a sudden joy that came when nothing in the world had forewarned us of its coming - a joy so thrilling that if it was born of misery we remember even the misery with tenderness.
I sighed as a lover, I obeyed as a son.
I moaned and he moaned and my mind and soul and body stood on the edge of pure ecstasy.
I get great pleasure from stuffed foods, from an apple strudel to a vegetable samosa, from a whole roasted bird with a sweet and savoury stuffing to a vine leaf filled with rice and spices.
I felt a distinct pleasure in passing on my own discomfiture.
I had arrived. I'd done it. It seemed like such a small thing and such a tremendous thing at once, like a secret I'd always tell myself though I didn't know the meaning of it just yet.
Looking backward at what has been lost, I feel sad, then indifferent, and at last relieved.
Taste of forbidden fruit, made all the more exciting
You erased my famine, unpicked my anger
Your energy charges my voice, it radiates my heart;
Now I am alive with the ore of words pouring
From my lips like molten lava glittering with joy.
I don't know what I ate, but I felt immensely better after the first mouthful. It occurred to me that my vision of the fig-tree and all the fat figs that withered and fell to the earth might well have arisen from the profound void of an empty stomach.
For the first time in probably the entire decade that had passed since I had seen or spoken to my own mother, I thought warm and grateful thoughts about her. She instilled in us nothing but a total and unconditional pleasure in food and eating.
It was worth it. You looked... happy.
And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
As if intoxicated, I then enjoyed her presence in the things I saw, and, desiring her in them, with the sight of them I was sated.
I pushed away my dessert, suddenly no longer hungry. Resentment had a way of filling up your stomach.
I opened my mouth and projectile-vomited on her from head to toe. The more I retched, the more I had to retch. It was a disgusting self-fulfilling prophecy. Her howls and screeches were music to my indebted ears. Her hair was covered and her net top held my gift beautifully.
For my part, I am almost contented just now, and very thankful. Gratitude is a divine emotion: it fills the heart, but not to bursting: it warms it, but not to fever. I like to taste leisurely of bliss: devoured in haste, I do not know its flavour.
When great depths of unrelenting sorrow are punctuated by great peaks of joy and liberation, the result is delicious.
It made me giddy. It made me blush, worse than before. It was like liquor. It made me drunk. I drew away. When her breath came now upon my mouth, it came very cold. My mouth was wet, from hers. I said, in a whisper,
'Do you feel it?
Without good company all dainties
Lose their true relish, and like painted grapes,
Are only seen, not tasted.
Achievement unlocked.