Quotes About Fulfillment

Ach, das ist süß. Das unbestimmte Leiden der Seele, die sucht, wartet, sich sehnt, sich selbst nicht kennt, die die Wunder des künftigen Lebens erbaut und die Trümmer des verflossenen wiederaufrichtet, dieses zarte, traurige Streben nach einem unbekannten Gut, das sich nie offenbart und nie erschöpft, all das ist das Leben der Seele. Unglücklich sind diejenigen, die das nicht wissen und ihren Ehrgeiz auf irdische Güter lenken!

Le plus heureux des hommes serait celui qui, possédant la science de son labeur, et travaillant de ses mains, puisant le bien-être et la liberté dans l'exercice de sa force intelligente, aurait le temps de vivre par le cur et par le cerveau, de comprendre son uvre et d'aimer celle de Dieu.

But it's different with a woman. Her work in the house is to keep not to get.

bon Dieu ne fait personne sans lui réserver son bonheur dans une autre personne.

To be happy you must have taken the measure of your powers, tasted the fruits of your passion, and learned your place in the world.

Strange, isn't it? To have dedicated one's life to a certain venture, neglecting other aspects of one's life, only to have that venture, in the end, amount to nothing at all, the products of one's labors utterly forgotten?

graduate college, win Pam, get job, make babies, move ahead in job, forget former feeling of special destiny...

Still, accomplishment is unreliable. Succeeding, whatever that might mean to you, is hard, and the need to do so constantly renews itself (success is like a mountain that keeps growing ahead of you as you hike it), and there's the very real danger that succeeding will take up your whole life, while the big questions go untended.

Then I'm a paunchy guy in a room, with a note pinned to his sleeve: You were alone in the world, it says, and did a kindness for someone in need. Good for you. Now post this module, and follow this map to the home of Mrs. Ken Schwartz. Care for her with some big money that will come in the mail. Find someone to love. Your heart has never been broken. You've never done anything unforgivable or hurt anyone beyond reparation. Everyone you've ever loved you've treated like gold.

A Clinton staffer tells me his theory. Think about Frank Sinatra, he says: born to sing. Think about Willie Mays: born to play ball. These guys got their power from living lives perfectly suited to their natures. Same with Clinton: his life is perfectly suited to his nature.

Had been bulky men, quietly content, who, in our first youth, had come to grasp our own unremarkableness and had, cheerfully (as if bemusedly accepting a heavy burden), shifted our life's focus; if we would not be great, we would be useful.

There are days so perfect you feel: This is what life about. When old, will feel whole life worth it, because I got to experience this perfect day. Today that kind of day.

Have been sleepwalking through life, future reader. Can see that now. Scratch-Off win was like wake-up call. In rush to graduate college, win Pam, get job, make babies, move ahead in job, forgot former feeling of special destiny I used to have when tiny, sitting in cedar-smelling bedroom closet, looking up at blowing trees through high windows, feeling I would someday do something great. Hereby resolve to live life in new and more powerful way, starting THIS MOMENT (!)

Someday, I'm sure, dreams will come true. But when? Why not now? Why not?

You were a joy, he said. Please know that. Know that you were a joy. To us. Every minute, every season, you were a—you did a good job. A good job of being a pleasure to know.

I want what I have previously always wanted most: i.e., to be so good at what I do that none may find fault with me and everyone is super pleased with me and agrees that I have no real competition in my field.

Then let me be happy no more.

What is my purpose? To get paid. How do I accomplish my purpose more efficiently?

We have SUVs and PlayStations and plenty to eat, we roam the earth expecting respect and receiving it, for we are the American Middle Class, and we shall live out the full measure of our days amidst happiness and plenty.

Strange, isn't it? To have dedicated one's life to a certain venture, neglecting other aspects of one's life, only to have that venture, in the end, amount to nothing at all, the products of one's labors utterly forgotten? lawrence t. decroix

What we want our ending to do is to do more than we could have dreamed it would do. Sheesh.

For every hundred bucks I make, I set aside five for Bernie's stone. What do you write on something like that? LIFE PASSED HER BY? DIED DISAPPOINTED? CAME BACK TO LIFE BUT FELL APART?

Strange, isn't it? To have dedicated one's life to a certain venture, neglecting other aspects of one's life, only to have that venture, in the end, amount to nothing at all, the products of one's labors utterly forgotten? lawrence t. decroix Fortunately

The only way you're gonna be happy is to do the thing that only you can do--or at least try to.