Quotes About Fulfillment

If I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with.

Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave?

I think of myself as a healthy person with a strong sex drive, but it's never occurred to me to forgo meals.

If this is one of the last days of my life, am I doing exactly what I want to be doing?

I used to think my problem was that my disk was full; now I'm forced to conclude that the opposite is true: it's becoming empty

I would love to be a sellout if only someone would ask.

Make your days count. Don't invest all your efforts in the future. You miss too much of the now.

I guess money can't buy happiness if you shop in the wrong places.

Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?

I want a beer. I want a giant, ice-cold bottle of beer and shower sex.

It does not make you less of a woman to need a man. To need one to exist, yes, this is nonsense. To need one to give one scope and importance, this is dishonest. But to need a man, one man, to bring joy and passion? This is life

I want lots and lots of sex. You really are the woman of my dreams. First round, wet shower sex, after we scrape off a few layers of the Alaskan tundra, then a short and satisfying lunch break. Then a second round of make-the-mattress-sing sex. I feel a tear of gratitude and awe forming in the corner of my eyes. Don't think less of me.

I hope that's true, because I figured out why I'd never finished it, what I was waiting for. I was waiting for you, Clare. For them. For us. I want to finish it up for you, for them, for us.

I'll give you everything I've got, and if you need more, I'll find it and give it to you.

Why is it you think you'll live forever and why do you want to, I'd like to know, when you deny yourselves so many of the basic pleasures in life?

I need to write to be happy.

She needs me. She needs someone who understands and appreciates who she is, and who she's decided to be. And I need her, because who she is, and who she's decided to be are—big surprise to me—what I've been waiting for all my life.

You're the answer before I even asked the question.

Dependence, she knew, and the longing for more than what you had, led to unhappiness and discontent.

She could hold him close now, touch as she was touched. Taste as she was tasted. The pleasure filled her—the glide of his hands, the heat of his lips, the catch of his breath as they rolled together to find more.

Being a good writer meant he could make a living and do as he chose. Being a great one would bring responsibilities and expectations he had no desire to face.

Some people get lifetimes, some get moments. I've got to tell myself it's what you do with what you get that counts.

Why? Why am I the one? Because my life opened up, and it flooded with color when you walked back into it.

My mother said once that we were all hers already. We just hadn't found each other before.