"Someone motivated by desires for sensual pleasures."
— The noun definition of a hedonist, Webster's Dictionary
"Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow you will die.
Give yourself over to absolute pleasure.
Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh — erotic nightmares beyond any measure, and sensual daydreams to treasure forever.
Can't you just see it?
Don't dream it, be it."
Give yourself over to absolute pleasure.
Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh — erotic nightmares beyond any measure, and sensual daydreams to treasure forever.
Can't you just see it?
Don't dream it, be it."
— Dr. Frank N. Furter, The Rocky Horror Picture Show
"Oh, come on, Brad, admit it — you liked it, didn't you? There's no crime in giving yourself over to pleasure. Oh, Brad, you've wasted so much time already. Janet needn't know — I won't tell her!"
— Dr. Frank-N-Furter, The Rocky Horror Picture Show
"Life is short, when you're done, you're done! We're on this Earth to have some fun!"
— Prince Naveen, The Princess and the Frog
"We're going to die anyway, and the body is a prison, so what's the point in denying ourselves what we want?"
— Anonymous source, claimed to be an Ancient Greek Philosopher
"With you all
I'll learn to share
My hours of leisure
Life is folly
And only pleasure counts"
I'll learn to share
My hours of leisure
Life is folly
And only pleasure counts"
— "The Drinking Song", La Traviata
"I apologize for nothing!"
— Hedonismbot, Futurama
"Surgery? In an opera? How wonderfully decadent! And just as I was beginning to lose interest! Jambi, the chocolate icing! [Jambi spreads chocolate icing on him] Oooh... Oh, my yes."
— Hedonismbot, Futurama, "The Devil's Hands Are Idle Playthings"
"I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I seek not beyond death. It may be the blackness averred by the Nemedian skeptics, or Crom's realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls of the Nordheimer's Valhalla. I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content."
"You showed me we could do anything, so... I'm trying everything."
— Balthazar to Castiel, Supernatural
"That the pleasure arising to man
from contact with sensible objects,
is to be relinquished because accompanied by pain—
such is the reasoning of fools.
The kernels of the paddy, rich with finest white grains,
What man, seeking his own true interest,
would fling them away
because of a covering of husk and dust?
While life remains, let a man live happily,
let him feed on butter though he runs in debt;
When once the body becomes ashes,
how can it ever return again?"
from contact with sensible objects,
is to be relinquished because accompanied by pain—
such is the reasoning of fools.
The kernels of the paddy, rich with finest white grains,
What man, seeking his own true interest,
would fling them away
because of a covering of husk and dust?
While life remains, let a man live happily,
let him feed on butter though he runs in debt;
When once the body becomes ashes,
how can it ever return again?"
— Carvaka
"Drinking and lust; no man can match me in these things. I am the god of tits and wine."
— Tyrion Lannister, Game of Thrones
"Don't look at me like that. We're different, you and I. You're just some blind fool, who's always chasing butterflies. Whereas I'm the type of guy, who likes to have a beer in one hand, and a titty in the other. Thing is, boy... I can have what I seek. Had it, even. You? Your hands will always be empty."
— Thomas Hickey, Assassin's Creed III
"Let us drink and sport to-day,
Ours is not to-morrow.
Love with youth flies swift away -
Age is nought but sorrow.
Dance and sing -
Time's on the wing -
Life never knows the return of spring.
The life of all mortals in kissing should pass,
Fa la la la, fa la la la la la la
The life of all mortals in kissing should pass,
Lip to lip while you're young, then your lip to the glass."
Ours is not to-morrow.
Love with youth flies swift away -
Age is nought but sorrow.
Dance and sing -
Time's on the wing -
Life never knows the return of spring.
The life of all mortals in kissing should pass,
Fa la la la, fa la la la la la la
The life of all mortals in kissing should pass,
Lip to lip while you're young, then your lip to the glass."
Richard: I've dedicated my life to the indulgence of the senses. A feeling of total satisfaction and pleasure is the highest form of existence. [scarfs down a butter sandwich]
Gumball: That just sounds like stuffing your face.
Richard: Yeah, but philosophically!
Gumball: That just sounds like stuffing your face.
Richard: Yeah, but philosophically!
Sex on rooftops. White slavery. Heroin injected under the tongue because most of the veins - fucking revenant veins - collapsed. Penthouse snuff films. Murders of the rich and famous. Highballs and piano wire. Children mowed down by hit and run. Working girls taken by the ears. A thousand in cash for the cop to look the other way. The most powerful men in America gone totally sideways for a week and three days. Football in traffic and an appetite for horse meat. STDs passed around like joints. Dance to death.
These sins are more familiar to you than they may sound, old one. Sins of excess dominate the New World, and the Zantosa are addicted to them all. They are the Szantoviches you may remember, the aristocracy of the Old World that never met a temptation it did not succumb to. If the book of the nailed kine-god condemns it, somewhere, a Zantosa treats it as sacrament.
These sins are more familiar to you than they may sound, old one. Sins of excess dominate the New World, and the Zantosa are addicted to them all. They are the Szantoviches you may remember, the aristocracy of the Old World that never met a temptation it did not succumb to. If the book of the nailed kine-god condemns it, somewhere, a Zantosa treats it as sacrament.
— Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Tzimisce (Revised)
In smiling Bacchus' joys I'll roll,
Deny no pleasures to my soul.
Let Bacchus' health round briskly move,
For Bacchus is the friend of love.
And he that would this health deny,
Down among the dead men, down among the dead men,
Down, down, down, down;
Down among the dead men let him lie!
Deny no pleasures to my soul.
Let Bacchus' health round briskly move,
For Bacchus is the friend of love.
And he that would this health deny,
Down among the dead men, down among the dead men,
Down, down, down, down;
Down among the dead men let him lie!
— Down Among The Dead Men, English drinking song
A modern satyr is part man, part pig, and part jackass. He hasn't even the charm of a roguish; he doesn't lean gracefully against a tree with a flute in his hand. The only quality he has preserved from his Attic ancestors is his lust, and he gratifies it in dark corners or other men's beds or hotel rooms, not in the shade of an olive tree on a sunny hillside. The preposterous blower of carnality you have described is a sorry makeshift, but at least Mr. Yeager tried. A pig and a jackass, yes, but the flute strain was in him too — as it once was in me, in my youth.
— Nero Wolfe, describing a murder victim who subscribed to this trope.
The Lord above gave man an arm of iron
So he could do his job and never shirk
The Lord gave man an arm of iron, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
Someone else'll do the blinking work
With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of luck, you'll never work
The Lord above made liquor for temptation
To see if man could turn away from sin
The Lord above made liquor for temptation, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
When temptation comes, you'll give right in
With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of luck, you'll give right in
Oh, you can walk the straight and narrow
But with a little bit of luck, you'll run amok
The gentle sex was made for man to marry
To share his nest and see his food is cooked
The gentle sex was made for man to marry, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
You can have it all and not get hooked
With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of luck, you won't get hooked
[...]
They're always throwing goodness at you
But with a little bit of luck, a man can duck
The Lord above made man to help his neighbour
No matter where, on land, or sea, or foam
The Lord above made man to help his neighbour, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
When he comes around, you won't be home
With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of luck, you won't be home
[...]
A man was made to help support his children
Which is the right and proper thing to do
A man was made to help support his children, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
They'll go out and start supporting you
With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of luck, they'll work for you
[...]
Oh, it's a crime for man to go philandering
And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt
Oh, it's a crime for man to go philandering, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
You can see the bloodhound don't find out
With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of luck, she won't find out
So he could do his job and never shirk
The Lord gave man an arm of iron, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
Someone else'll do the blinking work
With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of luck, you'll never work
The Lord above made liquor for temptation
To see if man could turn away from sin
The Lord above made liquor for temptation, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
When temptation comes, you'll give right in
With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of luck, you'll give right in
Oh, you can walk the straight and narrow
But with a little bit of luck, you'll run amok
The gentle sex was made for man to marry
To share his nest and see his food is cooked
The gentle sex was made for man to marry, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
You can have it all and not get hooked
With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of luck, you won't get hooked
[...]
They're always throwing goodness at you
But with a little bit of luck, a man can duck
The Lord above made man to help his neighbour
No matter where, on land, or sea, or foam
The Lord above made man to help his neighbour, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
When he comes around, you won't be home
With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of luck, you won't be home
[...]
A man was made to help support his children
Which is the right and proper thing to do
A man was made to help support his children, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
They'll go out and start supporting you
With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of luck, they'll work for you
[...]
Oh, it's a crime for man to go philandering
And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt
Oh, it's a crime for man to go philandering, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
You can see the bloodhound don't find out
With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of luck, she won't find out
— Alfred Doolittle, My Fair Lady, "With a Little Bit of Luck"
Truly I thought I had experienced every pleasure known, from the flesh pits of Araby to the boudoirs of Marienburg. Yet they never quite satiated me. Always I sought for more; more intensity, more divine madness, more ecstasy. As I lolled in bawdy-house after bawdy-house, gambling den after gambling den, so I heard more and more whispers of vices so salacious even the most decadent of libertines became hushed and withdrawn when I tried to press for further information. This of course only roused in me a greater thrill of anticipation, a greater determination to uncover such utter depravity as might be offered me could I but track down the Disciples of Lanshor. Yes, I knew that if I were to find them, I may be putting soul and body alike to the greatest of risks, but it seemed like it would be worth those risks. Indeed, the thought that at last I might have found a pleasure regarded as truly abhorrent by the fools who make our laws only enhanced my fervour. That was twenty years ago, and my only regret is that I did not give myself up to the Aesthete a decade before instead of wasting my time with mere earthly desires.
— Rupert von Epstein, heir to the von Epstein dynasty (Priest of Slaanesh), Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay: Old World Bestiary - A Compendium of Creatures Fair and Foul
There's only one thing I want: more.
— Rakdos the Showstopper, Magic: The Gathering - Arena
Quentin, Eliot, Josh and Janet want to sample all that life has to offer. As magicians, there's nothing to stop them. And in Manhattan, they've found an endless 24/7 buffet of experiences, all theirs for the asking. If you can conjure all the cash, concert tickets and cocaine you could ever want, why wouldn't you? I mean really, why not?
"Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously? Wouldst thou like to see the world?"
— Black Phillip tempting Thomasin, The VVitch
"Look at him! He's wearing my fucking tuxedo. He's been eating non-stop. The fucker's gained weight since we got here!"
— James Franco complaining about Danny McBride, This Is the End
Joe was living in the moment, a wild and rebellious stallion.
He sang what he wanted, he drank himself wild, and he fucked whomever he pleased.
He acted on every urge and basked in the mindless pleasure of it all.
He was finally free to be the beast he'd always been inside.
He was the beast the bar needed him to be.
He sang what he wanted, he drank himself wild, and he fucked whomever he pleased.
He acted on every urge and basked in the mindless pleasure of it all.
He was finally free to be the beast he'd always been inside.
He was the beast the bar needed him to be.
— Strange Flesh (Corruption Ending)
"Your life was only dust and decay! Pleasure is everything!"
— Mephisto, Faust
"When you eat, eat well. When you love, make it last a long time. When you kill, kill for pleasure."
— Xavier St. Cloud, Highlander
"Gay guys can't have kids! They're too busy going to discos and having sex with each other. It's actually a pretty cool lifestyle."
"When you are alone eternally, you live for the comfort of the senses: food, sex."
— Marie, Innocent Blood
"We wanna be free! We wanna be free to do what we wanna do. We wanna be free to ride! We wanna be free to ride our machines without being hassled by The Man. And we wanna get loaded. And we wanna have a good time. And that's what we're gonna do. We are gonna have a good time. We are gonna have a party."
— Heavenly Blues, The Wild Angels
"Cocaine and drinkin' with your friends
You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend
I'm not fazed, only here to sin
If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can..."
You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend
I'm not fazed, only here to sin
If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can..."
— Lil Nas X, "Montero (Call Me By Your Name)"
"I say just go for the ten lifetimes of excess... I mean what the fuck, right?"
— Henry Flesh, Night of the Templar
Frank Cotton: No, don't touch it! It's dangerous. It opens doors.
Julia Cotton: What kind of doors?
Frank: The doors to the pleasures of Heaven or Hell. I didn't care which.
Julia Cotton: What kind of doors?
Frank: The doors to the pleasures of Heaven or Hell. I didn't care which.
Brad Cohen: I bought my first yacht. I parked it at a private dock off my property in the Hamptons. It was 1993. Of course there were fucking drugs. I did them all. Weed, amphetamines, Ecstasy, smack, crack, jack, fuckin' horse tranquilizers, acid, tequila mixed with absinthe, raw hash... it was always a party. A male prostitute injected liquid psilocybin into my dick. On my front lawn. During Sunday brunch.
Agent Karen Bell: Sounds fun.
Brad Cohen: It was fun. One time I stuck a tennis ball up my ass, dipped my hand into a bag of cocaine, and jerked off until I screamed.
Agent Karen Bell: Sounds fun.
Brad Cohen: It was fun. One time I stuck a tennis ball up my ass, dipped my hand into a bag of cocaine, and jerked off until I screamed.
— Repeat
"The devil may care, but I don't give a damn
To hell with reason; it's all a scam
You got the invitation; I got the booze
Life's a vacation when there's nothin' to lose"
To hell with reason; it's all a scam
You got the invitation; I got the booze
Life's a vacation when there's nothin' to lose"
— Airbourne, "Live It Up"
"Relax, son. Enjoy every moment! You fight, then eat good food. You fight, then drink fine wine. You fight, then sleep with beautiful women. Hell, fight with beautiful women! That is what it means to live."
— Augus, Asura's Wrath
*Caleb's mind was miles from all of the commotion. He was somewhere in a quiet living room, his bong on the coffee table, with a mess of snacks beside it.*
* It was all he really wanted, anyway. Get good and stoned, watch some TV, enjoy some snacks... and repeat. And repeat, and repeat, and repeat...*
* If it was all fake anyway, might as well enjoy it. Caleb was ready to give in, ready to just relax...*
The oompa loompas quickly scoop him up, singing a song about indulgence run amok, and the dangers of addiction of all kinds. Still, they appear to be feeding him as they do so, setting him up on a tiny couch, and propping up his flabby body so that he can easily watch the screen. A stream of inane stoner-humor cartoons begins to play.
* Tiny, round, helpless, happy, stoned, forever...*
* It was all he really wanted, anyway. Get good and stoned, watch some TV, enjoy some snacks... and repeat. And repeat, and repeat, and repeat...*
* If it was all fake anyway, might as well enjoy it. Caleb was ready to give in, ready to just relax...*
The oompa loompas quickly scoop him up, singing a song about indulgence run amok, and the dangers of addiction of all kinds. Still, they appear to be feeding him as they do so, setting him up on a tiny couch, and propping up his flabby body so that he can easily watch the screen. A stream of inane stoner-humor cartoons begins to play.
* Tiny, round, helpless, happy, stoned, forever...*
— Weeb's Wonka Game
"I'm feeling devious, you're looking glamorous
Let's get mischievous and polyamorous
Wine and women and wonderful vices
Welcome to the Cult of Dionysus"
Let's get mischievous and polyamorous
Wine and women and wonderful vices
Welcome to the Cult of Dionysus"
—The Orion Experience, "The Cult of Dionysus"
"Indulgence is one of life’s only genuine points for existing. Self-restriction breeds misery for all. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t give the slightest care for if others are miserable, but there’s nothing more despicable than the notion that we’re obligated to do anything other than what we fucking want to in life."
— Chrysalis, 'Equestria Girls: Friendship Souls"
