Quotes About Fulfillment

My dream was one day ordering a drink and finding out it tasted wonderful.

Ä°stediÄŸim bütün kitaplar? okuyamam, olmak istediÄŸim bütün insanlar olamam ve istediÄŸim hayatlar? süremem, istediÄŸim bütün becerileri edinemem. Öyleyse ne istiyorum?

My writing, my desire to be many lives. I will be a little god in my small way. My happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper. I am justifying my life, my keen emotion, my feeling, by turning it into print.

I feel like a very efficient tool or weapon, used and in demand from moment to moment...

I spiral back to me, sitting here, swimming, drowning, sick with longing. I have too much conscience injected in me to break customs without disasterous effects; I can only lean enviously against the boundary and hate, hate, hate the boys who can dispel sexual hunger freely, without misgiving, and be whole, while I drag out from date to date in soggy desire, always unfulfilled. The whole thing sickens me.

He was always saying how his mother said, "What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,' and, 'What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from," until it made me tired.

I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living.

All my life I'd told myself studying and reading and writing and working like mad was what I wanted to do, and it actually seemed to be true

The poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

Non potrò mai essere tutte le persone che vorrei essere, né vivere tutte le vite che vorrei vivere. Non sarò mai all'altezza di tutte le qualità che vorrei avere. Perché desidero tutto questo? Io voglio vivere e sentire tutte le sfumature, i toni e le variazioni di tutte le esperienze fisiche e mentali possibili in questa vita

My dream was someday ordering a drink and finding out it tasted wonderful.

I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living.

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life.

I wonder if art divorced from normal and conventional living is as vital as art combined with living: in a word, would marriage sap my creative energy and annihilate my desire for written and pictorial expression which increases with this depth of unsatisfied emotion ... or would I achieve a fuller expression in art as well as in the creation of children?

He always arranged our weekends so we'd never regret wasting our time in any way.

I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old. After that--in spite of the Girl Scouts and the piano lessons and the water-color lessons and the dancing lessons and the sailing camp, all of which my mother scrimped to give me, and college with crewing in the mist before breakfast and blackbottom pies and the little new firecrackers of ideas going off every day-- I had never been really happy again.

From here to happiness is a road, flat, upright, distances in between blotted out by vision, yet realized by intelligence.

Sentí que mis pulmones se inflaban con la avalancha de paisajes: aire, montañas, árboles, personas. Pensé: esto es lo que es ser feliz.

What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security," and, "What a man is is an arrow into the future and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering.

Olmak istediÄŸim her ÅŸeyi olmam, yaÅŸamak istediÄŸim bütün hayatlar? yaÅŸamam mümkün deÄŸil. Ä°stediÄŸim bütün yetenekleri geliÅŸtirmem mümkün deÄŸil. Ä°stememin nedeni ne peki? Hayat?mda, olas? bütün zihinsel ve fiziksel deneyimlerin her bir rengini, tonunu ve her çesidini yaÅŸamak istiyorum.

Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in it's appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering.

Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering.

The most saddening thing is to admit that I am not in love. I can only love (if that means self denial - or does it mean self fulfillment? Or both?) by giving up my love of self and ambitions - why, why, why, can't I combine ambition for myself and another?