Quotes About Fulfillment

This is the true joy in life — being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

Happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby!

I dread success. To have succeeded is to have finished one's business on earth, like the male spider, who is killed by the female the moment he has succeeded in his courtship. I like a state of continual becoming, with a goal in front and not behind.

Yes, a lifetime of happiness. If it were only the first half hour's happiness, Tavy, I would buy it for you with my last penny. But a lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it: it would be hell on earth.

The secret of a happy life is to do work you enjoy and then you'll be too busy to know whether you're happy or not.

La vida no consiste en buscarse a sí mismo, sino en crearse a sí mismo

This is the true joy of life: the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clot of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

Usually I enjoy a first night as a surgeon enjoys an operation: this time I enjoyed it as a playgoer enjoys a pleasant performance.

Cuando muera, quiero estar completamente agotado. Pues cuanto más duramente trabajo, más vivo. Gozo de la vida por la vida misma. Para mí la vida no es una pequeña vela. Es una especie de antorcha espléndida que por el momento sostengo, con fuerza, y quiero que arda con el mayor brillo posible antes de entregarla a las futuras generaciones.

La vida no es sobre encontrarte a ti mismo. La vida es sobre crearte a ti mismo.

This is the true joy in life, being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one: being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

All destinations are final. That's what it means! Destiny...FINAL! If you haven't gotten to where you're going...YOU AREN'T THERE YET!

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.

Every man's work, pursued steadily, tends to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life.

The promise was void, like so many other sweet, illusory promises of our childhood; void as promises made in Eden before the seasons were divided, and when the starry blossoms grew side by side with the ripening peach,—impossible to be fulfilled when the golden gates had been passed.

She was always trying to be what her husband wished, and never able to repose on his delight in what she was.

I thirsted for the unknown: the thirst is gone. O God, let me stay with the known, and be weary of it: I am content.

He loved also to think, I did it! And I believe the only people who are free from that weakness are those who have no work to call their own.

Every man's work, pursued steadily, tends in this way to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life.

The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.

You must be sure of two things: you must love your work, and not be always looking over the edge of it, wanting your play to begin.

Her flame quickly burned up that light fuel; and, fed from within, soared after some illimitable satisfaction, some object which would never justify weariness, which would reconcile self-despair with the rapturous consciousness of life beyond self.

For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind, like a thick summer haze, over all her desire to make her life greatly effective.

Her full nature, like that river of which Cyrus broke the strength, spent itself in channels which had no great name on the earth.