If bliss is to scratch an itch, what greater bliss, no itch at all? So too, the worldly, desirous, find some bliss, But greatest is the bliss with no desire
The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough, you scratch it.
Revision, once well done, becomes a sort of automatic itch which you scratch in the next work without thinking about it.
One learns to itch where one can scratch.
Film is an itch I have yet to scratch.
Itch to read, scratch to understand.
When I get an artistic itch, I have to scratch it.
Fidelity--a strong itch with a prohibition to scratch.
Happiness is having a scratch for every itch.
Neath tile or thatch That man is rich Who has a scratch For every itch.
Usually, you don't know where a book comes from ... it's just there, some kind of an itch that you can't quite scratch.
Best startups generally come from somebody needing to scratch an itch.
I live by three rules: I eat when I'm hungry, sleep when I'm tired and scratch when I itch.
After having played serious drama for so long, I needed to scratch the itch of versatility.
A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.
...Bliss is not something to be got. On the other hand you are always Bliss. This desire [for Bliss] is born of the sense of incompleteness. To whom is this sense of incompleteness? Enquire. In deep sleep you were blissful. Now you are not so. What has interposed between that Bliss and this non-bliss? It is the ego. Seek its source and find you are Bliss.