Quotes About Fulfillment

perdu dans un de ces bonheurs complets, n'appartenant sans doute qu'aux occupations médiocres qui amusent l'intelligence par des difficultés faciles, et l'assouvissent en une réalisation au delà de laquelle il n'y a pas à rêver.

Madame Bovary was nog nooit zo mooi geweest als nu; zij bezat de raadselachtige schoonheid die uit vreugde, geestdrift en succes voortspruit, een schoonheid die ontstaat wanneer de aard van het wezen harmonieert met de uiterlijke omstandigheden.

Her ÅŸey bir yana, aramaya deÄŸmezdi asl?nda; her ÅŸey bir yaland?. Her gülüÅŸ alt?nda bir parça s?kk?nl?k, her neÅŸe bir lanet, tüm o ÅŸevkler ise bir doygunluk gizlerdi ve tüm o dünya tatl?s? öpücükler dudaklarda sadece daha güzeli için ula??lamaz bir haz b?rakt?.

E per quanto l'età in cui si è facili a commuoversi fosse trascorsa per entrambi, provavano un piacere nuovo a stare insieme , una specie di appagamento: l'incanto dell'amicizia al suo sbocciare.

And all the time, deep within her, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a shipwrecked sailor she scanned her solitude with desperate eyes for the sight of a white sail far off on the misty horizon. She had no idea what that chance would be, what wind would waft it to her, where it would set her ashore, whether it was a launch or a three-decker, laden with anguish or filled to the portholes with happiness. But every morning when she woke she hoped to find it there.

Dom zijn, egoïstisch en gezond, ziehier wat je nodig hebt om gelukkig te zijn. Maar als het eerste ontbreekt, dan is alles verloren.

A la fi, pensarien a situar-la: li trobarien algun xicot de posició assegurada; la faria feliç.

Elle se répétait : « J'ai un amant ! un amant ! » se délectant à cette idée comme à celle d'une autre puberté qui lui serait survenue. Elle allait donc posséder enfin ces joies de l'amour, cette fièvre du bonheur dont elle avait désespéré. Elle entrait dans quelque chose de merveilleux où tout serait passion, extase, délire ;

So that was all love was! That was all a woman was! Good Lord, why do we still hunger even when we are sated? Why so many aspirations and so many disappointments? Why is man's heart so big and life so small? There are days when even the love of the angels would not suffice it, and in a single hour it grows weary of all the caresses of earth.

Le parecía q algunos lugares en el mundo debían producir felicidad, como una planta propia de un suelo y q no prospera en otra parte, quien pudiera asomarse al balcón de los chalets suizos o encerrar sin tristeza en una casa de campo escocesa!

Emma se sentí satisfeta interiorment creient que havia assolit d'un sol cop aquell rar ideal propi de les existències pàl·lides al qual els cors mediocres no podran arribar mai.

La vie est une côte. Tant qu'on monte, on regarde le sommet, et on se sent heureux; mais, lorsqu'on arrive en haut, on aperçoit tout d'un coup la descente, et la fin, qui est la mort. Ça va lentement quand on monte, mais ça va vite quand on descend. A votre âge, on est joyeux. On espère tant de choses, qui n'arrivent jamais d'ailleurs. Au mien, on n'attend plus rien... que la mort.

Viata este un munte. Atata timp cat urci, te uiti spre varf si esti fericit, dar cand ajungi pe creasta, zaresti dintr-odata coborasul si sfarsitul care este moartea. E foarte departe cand urci, dar e foarte aproape cand cobori.

Life is a slope. As long as you're going up you're looking towards the top and you feel happy; but when you reach it, suddenly you can see the road going downhill and death is at the end of it all. It's slow going up but quick going down.

His life had gone by without adventures, without passions, almost without hopes. The facility of dreaming, planted in every man, had never blossomed in the narrow bed of his ambitions.

Alors, elle s'aperçut qu'elle n'avait plus rien à faire, plus jamais rien à faire... La douce réalité des premiers jours allait devenir la réalité quotidienne qui ferait la porte aux espoirs indéfinis,aux charmantes inquiétudes de l'inconnu. Oui, c'était fini d'attendre. Alors plus rien à faire aujourd'hui, ni demain, ni jamais.

Pl?cerea va trebui jerfit? folosului.

Iat?, la urma urmei, singurul lucru bun în via??: iubirea.S? È›ii în braÈ›e o femeie îndr?git?.Asta e marginea fericirii omeneÈ™ti!

She had no gowns, no jewels, nothing. And she loved nothing but that. She felt made for that. She would have liked so much to please, to be envied, to be charming, to be sought after.

ViaÅ£a este un povârniÅŸ.Cît urci, îi priveÅŸti vârful ÅŸi te simÅ£i fericit...

The fetishism of the commodity — the domination of society by "intangible as well as tangible things" — attains its ultimate fulfillment in the spectacle, where the real world is replaced by a selection of images which are projected above it, yet which at the same time succeed in making themselves regarded as the epitome of reality.

The secret self knows the anguish of our attachments and assures us that letting go of what we think we must have to be happy is the same as letting go of our unhappiness.

we are not here on earth to change our destiny but to fulfill it.

Umutsuzca mutlulu?u aramak, mutsuzlu?un devam?d?r.