Quotes About Fulfillment

Wij zijn ongelukkig omdat wij denken dat we lief moeten 'hebben'. Om gered te worden moeten wij iets eenvoudigs doen dat ons desalniettemin het zwaarst van alles valt: wegschenken waarnaar wij juist het meest verlangen. Niet 'hebben', maar 'geven'. Zo zegepralen wij alsnog. Dit heeft mij mijn gebrek geleerd.

Als iemand iets moois ziet, denkt hij dat het af is. Dat stelt hem tevreden. Hij kijkt niet verder. Hij gaat er niet mee aan de slag. Hij durft er niet aan te slijpen, zodat wij nooit zullen weten wat er allemaal nog onder de oppervlakte zit. Die hele onzichtbare rijkdom zal nooit worden aangeboord.

I believe in work. If somebody doesn't create something, however small it may be, he gets sick. An awful lot of people feel that they're treading water -- that if they vanished in smoke, it wouldn't mean anything at all in this world. And that's a despairing and destructive feeling. It'll kill you.

If a person measures his spiritual fulfillment in terms of cosmic visions, surpassing peace of mind, or ecstasy, then he is not likely to know much spiritual fulfillment. If, however, he measures it in terms of enjoying a sunrise, being warmed by a child's smile, or being able to help someone have a better day, then he is likely to know much spiritual fulfillment.

Figure it out. Work a lifetime to pay off a house. You finally own it, and there's nobody to live in it.

HAPPY: All right, boy. I'm gonna show you and everybody else that Willy Loman did not die in vain. He had a good dream. It's the only dream you can have-- to come out number-one man.

But then, it's what I always wanted. My own apartment, a car, and plenty of women. And still, goddammit, I'm lonely.

Self-realization and self-fulfilment are the sine qua non for human existence.

I don't know what the hell I'm workin' for. Sometimes I sit in my apartment–all alone. And I think of the rent I'm paying. And it's crazy. But then, it's what I always wanted. My own apartment, a car, and plenty of women. And still, goddammit, I'm lonely.

Work a lifetime to pay off a house. you finally own it, and there's nobody to live in it.

Figure it out. Work a lifetime to pay off a house. You finally own it, and there's nobody o live in it.

You have made your magic now

I stopped middle of that I saw the things that I love in this world. The work and the food and time to sit and smoke. And I looked at the pen and said to myself, what the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I don't want to be? What am I doing in an office, making a contemptuous, begging fool of myself, when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am! Why can't I say that, Willy?

I've always made a point of not wasting my life, and everytime I come back here I know that all I've done is to waste my life.

Willy: Figure it out. Work a lifetime to pay off a house. You finally own it, and there's nobody to live in it.

If life — the craving for which is the very essence of our being — were possessed of any positive intrinsic value, there would be no such thing as boredom at all: mere existence would satisfy us in itself, and we should want for nothing.

If the world were a paradise of luxury and ease, a land flowing with milk and honey, where every Jack obtained his Jill at once and without any difficulty, men would either die of boredom or hang themselves; or there would be wars, massacres, and murders; so that in the end mankind would inflict more suffering on itself than it has now to accept at the hands of Nature.

What a man is contributes much more to his happiness than what he has or how he is regarded by others.

A man is never happy, but spends his whole life in striving after something that he thinks will make him so; he seldom attains his goal, and when he does, it is only to be disappointed; he is mostly shipwrecked in the end, and comes into harbour with mast and rigging gone. And then, it is all one whether he is happy or miserable; for his life was never anything more than a present moment always vanishing; and now it is over.

What keeps all living things busy and in motion is the striving to exist. But when existence is secured, they do not know what to do: that is why the second thing that sets them in motion is a striving to get rid of the burden of existence, not to feel it any longer, 'to kill time', i.e. to escape boredom.

Money is human happiness in the abstract; and so the man who is no longer capable of enjoying such happiness in the concrete, sets his whole heart on money.

All striving comes from lack, from a dissatisfaction with one's condition, and is thus suffering as long as it is not satisfied; but no satisfaction is lasting; instead, it is only the beginning of a new striving. We see striving everywhere inhibited in many ways, struggling everywhere; and thus always suffering; there is no final goal of striving, and therefore no bounds or end to suffering.

Life presents itself first and foremost as a task: the task of maintaining itself, the task of earning one's living. If this task is accomplished, what has been gained is a burden, and there then appears a second task: that of doing something with it so as to ward off boredom, which hovers over every secure life like a bird of prey. Thus the first task is to gain something and the second to become unconscious of what has been gained, which is otherwise a burden.

The two enemies of human happiness are pain and boredom.