Dos Prazeres - O Livro

So today, forget the grand gestures. Find pleasure in the crack of the wall. In the leftover coffee. In the way your hand touches your own face without permission.

We spend our lives chasing pleasure as if it were a destination. A peak. A reward for suffering. o livro dos prazeres

The deepest pleasure is not orgasm or achievement. It is the . The humid breath of morning. The ache of a body that works. The unbearable sweetness of seeing a flower and knowing you will die. So today, forget the grand gestures

"It wasn't happiness, but the taste of being alive." – Clarice Lispector, O Livro dos Prazeres o livro dos prazeres