Quotes About Fulfillment

She sat down, grinned—and made her lip throb again. "I love you." "Excellent news. You can prove it with lots of sex." "We had sex a few hours ago." "No, we made love a few hours ago—angels surely wept. I want sex for this job, as it's given me a buggering headache trying to straddle your far-famed line. I want mad sex, with costumes—maybe props—and an intriguing story line." "Milking it, pal.

since I have my heart's desire, I suppose I'm rich as well.

You want the kick without the intimacy?... You don't need a partner for that. And you have one tonight. I intend to give as much pleasure as I get.

It's like she just can't be happy. I don't get that when there's so much to be happy about. Look what we get to do for a living. Yeah, sometimes it's hard, but mostly it's just fun. And they pay us a lot of money. Everything's easier, it's better when you let yourself be happy. It's like she can't.

good sex, a hot shower, then bacon? Did a morning get any better?

Maybe that was one of the purposes of sex. To isolate you, for a little while, from everything but yourself and your lover. To allow you to focus in on your body, its needs, the gratification that was physical and—if you were lucky in that lover—emotional as well. Without those pockets of solitude and sensation, you might just go mad.

If only we could eat our sunsets, I say, we would all be full.

I remember asking John, after Dusklands, what new project he had on the go. His answer was vague. 'There is always something or the other I am working on', he said. 'If I yield to the seduction of not working, what would I do with myself? What would there be to live for? I would have to shoot myself.

Me falta algo, Eugenio. Sé que no debería ser así, pero lo es. La vida que tengo no me basta.

Sin embargo, apostaría a que si mañana te ofreciese toda la pasión que necesitas, pasión a carretadas, no tardarías en echar en falta alguna otra cosa.

Esta insatisfacción constante, ese anhelo de algo que echas en falta, es una forma de pensar de la que, en mi opinión, nos hemos librado. No nos falta nada. Lo que tú crees echar en falta es una ilusión. Vives por una ilusión.

kalbos prigimtis yra daina, o dainos prigimtis - poreikis pripildyti gars? perd?m erdvi?, apytušt? žmogaus siel?.

El niño ha sido entregado a su madre. Como uno de esos grises insectos macho cuya única función es transmitir su semilla a la hembra, podría marchitarse y morir. No le queda nada en lo que basar su vida.

Qué suerte no tener hijos, pensó: qué suerte no desear ser padre. No sabría qué hacer aquí, en lo más profundo del país, con un niño que necesitaría leche, ropa, amigos y un colegio. No cumpliría con mi deber, sería el peor de los padres. En cambio no es difícil vivir una vida que consiste únicamente en pasar el tiempo.

Qué es lo que nos falta cuando no nos falta nada, cuando somos autosuficientes? ¿Qué es lo que echamos en falta cuando no estamos enamorados?

ya que la anatomía es el destino: un vacío, o una concha, una película sobre un vacío que ansía verse colmado en un mundo en el que nada se colma.

Nos vemos transportados literalmente por una nube de buena voluntad. Pero todo es un poco abstracto. ¿Puede la buena voluntad satisfacer por sí sola todas nuestras necesidades? ¿No es parte de nuestra naturaleza anhelar algo más tangible?

Be a main character, otherwise what is life for?

If sex were food, Rhage would haven been morbidly obese.

When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn't it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. –JM

In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole life—or at least ever since he'd survived his transition and had any sexual impulse at all. This moment was the culmination of countless daydreams and innumerable fantasies, his secret desire made manifest.

Sometimes, you didn't get what you wanted. But if you had all you needed? Life was good.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.