Sunday, June 24, 2018

Pleasure, what is it and how important is it? Photo essay with quotes, from famous people and photos taken by Janet Keen

 Ohiwa,  Flying Man with Seagulls NZ

Become slower in your journey through life. 
Practise meditation
Visit the sea, mountains, lakes and forests
Give yourself permission to read at least one novel a month for pleasure.
 Wayne Dyer.


  Wisteria Curtains, Kuirau Park Rotorua, NZ

Gratitude is an overflow of  pleasure filling your soul
Rahel Farooq


 Rust on the Bedford,  Bennydale, King Country NZ

Draw your pleasure, paint your pleasure and express your pleasure strongly
Pierre Bonnard


   Cloud Wisps, Rotorua, NZ

Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with the truth
Samuel Johnson


   Boat Reflections, Tauranga Marina NZ

That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense is derived from the contemplation of the beautiful.
Edgar Allen Poe


Mast Reflections at dusk Tauranga Harbour, NZ

People rarely succeed unless they have fun in what they are doing. 
Dale Carnegie


MacLaren Falls, Tauranga NZ


People who are not satisfied with  a little are satisfied with nothing. Epicurus


 White Island, NZ


 In the end it doesn't matter how many breaths you take, but how many moments took your breath away.
 Shing Xiong


 Flight  Over Tauranga  Marina  NZ


 How easy is it to find pleasure in a harried world? The answer is every day if you have a mind for it.


 Reflections of Flight over Tauranga Harbour, NZ

They that seldom take pleasure, give pleasure 
 Maxims



 More Reflections Tauranga Boat Harbour, NZ

Pleasure is the physical manifestation of Joy 
Cherie Carter Scott.


Modified reflections Boat Harbour Tauranga NZ

The greatest pleasure of life is love. 
Euripides 



 Frost Ngongotaha Mountain, Rotorua

Of all the seasons winter is the most conducive to the great art of dormancy. A special pleasure in itself that is too often neglected under-valued or looked down upon.
Michael Leunig 



There is an arid pleasure.

 There is an arid pleasure
As different from joy
As frost is different from dew
 Like element they are 

Yet one rejoices flowers
And one the flowers abhor
The finest honey curdled
Is worthless to the bee. 

Emily Dickensen





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