The scientist does not study nature because it is useful; he studies it because he delights in it, and he delights in it because it is beautiful.
Through the practice of meditation and Buddhism, as you experience light, it immediately delights you.
Until you have courted the bluebills in the snow, you have not tasted of the purer delights of waterfowling
Prosperity inebriates men, so that they take delights in their own merits.
Women's underwear section it's like Narnia's wardrobe for my erotic delights.
My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart's bad manners.
We have a God who delights in impossibilities.
These violent delights have violent ends.
Admiration is one of the chief delights of living.
Weakness ever sympathizes with vice, because vice is a weakness which assumes the mask of strength. Madness holds reason in horror, and on all subjects it delights in the exaggerations of falsehood. The cause of all bewitchments, the poison of all philtres, the power of all sorcerers are there.
It is the contest that delights us, and not the victory.
You've never told me about your love life, Scarlett. You're a very pretty girl. You must have a boy shacked up somewhere for your personal delights. I'd bet it's a booky one, overtones of Harry Potter and a lot of black T-shirts.
A child gets moral notions from the fairy-tales he delights in, as do his elders from tale and verse.
A man of wisdom delights in water.
Home is a refuge not only from the world, but a refuge from my worries, my troubles, my concerns. I like beautiful things around me. I like to be beautiful because it delights my eyes and my soul is lifted up.
Always remember that the ocean delights in feeling your feet in her eternal bath.
Prayer is not a means for us to persuade a reluctant God to do something which is against His better judgment. Prayer, rather is coming to God for the fulfillment of His will, coming to a God who delights to answer prayer.
The have a good friend is one of the greatest delights of life.
Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine, The foliage of the valleys and the heights. Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights; The mower's scythe makes music to my ear; I am the mother of all dear delights; I am the fairest daughter of the year.
The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go.