Honore de Balzac Quotes About Pleasure

Quotes about: Pleasure

• Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

  Honore de Balzac

  Girl, Suffering, Pleasure

• In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.

  Honore de Balzac

  Jewels, Literature, Pearls

• Old maids claw as cats do. They not only inflict wounds but experience pleasure in doing so. Nor will they fail to remind their victims of the blood drawn.

  Honore de Balzac

  Cat, Blood, Maids

• Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.

  Honore de Balzac

  Love, Gratitude, Love Is

• For pain is perhaps but a violent pleasure? Who could determine the point where pleasure becomes pain, where pain is still a pleasure? Is not the utmost brightness of the ideal world soothing to us, while the lightest shadows of the physical world annoy?

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  Pain, Shadow, World

  Honore de Balzac (2011). “The Magic Skin: Or The Wild Ass's Skin”, p.39, The Floating Press

• And he, like many jaded people, had few pleasures left in life save good food and drink.

  Honore de Balzac

  People, Drink, Pleasure

• What moralists describe as the mysteries of the human heart are solely the deceiving thoughts, the spontaneous impulses of self-regard. The sudden changes in character, about which so much has been said, are instinctive calculations for the furtherance of our own pleasures. Seeing himself now in his fine clothes, his new gloves and shoes, Eugène de Rastignac forgot his noble resolve. Youth, when it swerves toward wrong, dares not look in the mirror of conscience; maturity has already seen itself there. That is the whole difference between the two phases of life.

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  Heart, Character, Maturity

• How did you get back?' asked Vautrin. 'I walked,' replied Eugene. 'I wouldn't like half-pleasures, myself,' observed the tempter. 'I'd want to go there in my own carriage, have my own box, and come back in comfort. All or nothing, that's my motto.' 'And a very good one,' said Madame Vauquer.

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  Half, Want, Comfort

• To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is genuine pleasure.

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  Funny, Money, Tired

  Honore de Balzac (2014). “Poor Relations: Cousin Betty and Cousin Pons”, p.772, The Floating Press

• The pleasures of love proceed successively from a distich to a quatrain, from a quatrain to a sonnet, from a sonnet to a ballad, from a ballad to an ode, from an ode to a cantata, and from a cantata to a dithyramb. A husband who begins with the dithyramb is a fool.

  Honore de Balzac

  Love, Husband, Odes

• We must certainly acknowledge that solitude is a fine thing; but it is a pleasure to have some one who can answer, and to whom we can say, from time to time, that solitude is a fine thing.

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  Solitude, Answers, Pleasure

• Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it.

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  Women, Keyboards, Study

  Honore de Balzac (2014). “Analytical Studies: Physiology of Marriage and Petty Troubles of Married Life”, p.82, The Floating Press

• Ah! how much a mother learns from her child! The constant protection of a helpless being forces us to so strict an alliance with virtue, that a woman never shows to full advantage except as a mother. Then alone can her character expand in the fulfillment of all life's duties and the enjoyment of all its pleasures.

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  Mother, Children, Character

  Honore de Balzac (2011). “Letters of Two Brides”, p.186, The Floating Press

• Nothing can afford a woman greater pleasure than to hear tender words of love. The strictest, most devout woman will listen even if she must not answer.

  Honore de Balzac

  Answers, Pleasure, Greater

• It is very difficult to pass from pleasure to work. Accordingly more poems have been swallowed up by sorrow than ever happiness caused to blaze forth in unparalleled radiance.

  Honore de Balzac

  Poetry, Sorrow, Radiance

• The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation; his friends, his pleasures, patrons, and acquaintances are his capital.

  Honore de Balzac

  Running, Men, Literature

  Honore de Balzac (2011). “The Magic Skin: Or The Wild Ass's Skin”, p.110, The Floating Press

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