Quotes About Fulfillment

When we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true desires—what we would have when that which we do have so sorely disappoints us

Enjoy your life, fill your belly with wine and food, and accept death. The Gods kept immortality for themselves, death is the lot of man.

If money can't buy you the freedom to do anything you want, well, what is the good of it?

except how much all of us give up in this life, sooner or later, because we can never have all that we want. You'll find out soon enough. We're blessed, my dear. Quite blessed, but no life is without sacrifices.

You make me think of the old story about Alexander the Great. He wept when there were no more worlds to conquer. Will you

It struck me as I looked around the little room, with its scent of ink and old paper, its scent of leather book binding and burning coals, that I could spend my whole life here happily, and that, in fact, I was living a life now so superior to anything that I'd ever lived before that I almost wanted to cry.

As much as I hated him, with him we were Ã¢â'¬Â¦ complete.' She looked at me, her eyelids quivering, as if the slight rise in her voice had disturbed her even as it had disturbed me. " Ã¢â'¬ËœNo, only you were complete …' I said to her. 'Because there were two of us, one on either side of you, from the beginning.' "I thought I saw her smile then, but I was not certain.

She could dream of happy endings. For him, if not for her.

No soy un caballero y probablemente no sea lo que tú quieres, pero puedes estar segura de que voy a ser lo que necesitas

He slid his arm under her waist, hauled her up, and entered her that way, sliding in deep, so deep, and her guttural cry was a heartbreaking pleasure. He couldn't stop. She wouldn't let him. She twisted her head around and kissed him, and he wanted to keep on and on, to fill her mouth, her body, her soul with him. To have her take everything and then want more.

Voglio toccarti, scoprire il tuo corpo, imparare come sei fatto, di cosa hai bisogno. Voglio renderti pazzo di desiderio come lo sono io. Voglio te, tutto quello che puoi darmi, tutto quello che io posso darti, e voglio che questa notte duri per sempre. Sei in grado di darmi tutto questo?

I write because I want to have more than one life.

It was Serena who'd said that motherhood was much too hard and, when you got right down to it, perhaps not worth the effort.

he was a party-giver." "But he never felt party-giving was really his true life," Poppy reminded her. "Well, no." "And that's where he and I differed," Poppy said. "Because I was always telling him, 'Look,' I said. 'Face it,' I said. 'There is no true life. Your true life is the one you end up with, whatever it may be. You just do the best you can with what you've got,' I said.

He began to see the situation from another angle. An assignment had been given him. Someone's life, a small set of lives had been placed in the palm of his hand. Maybe he would never have any more purpose than this: to accept the assignment gracefully, lovingly, and do the best he could with it.

I broke my days into separate moments," he said. "See, it's true I didn't have any more to look forward to. But on the other hand, there were these individual moments that I could still appreciate. Like drinking that first cup of coffee in the morning. Working on something fine in my workshop. Watching a baseball game on TV.

When Bitsy looked back on Jin-Ho's arrival, it didn't seem like a first meeting. It seemed that Jin-Ho had been traveling toward them all along and Bitsy's barrenness had been part of the plan, foreordained so that they could have their true daughter.

Thinking back on that conversation now, he began to believe that people could, in fact, be used up—could use each other up, could be of no further help to each other and maybe even do harm to each other. He began to think that who you are when you're with somebody may matter more than whether you love her. (P. 362)

She seemed to have fallen in love again. In love with her own husband! The convenience of it pleased her—like finding right in her pantry all the fixings she needed for a new recipe.

eventually you did. Happy endings all around.

We live in all we seek.

There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.

Caring passionately about something isn't against nature, and it isn't against human nature. It's what we're here to do.

The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet.