Quotes About Fulfillment

This is a book about restoring connection. It is the experience of being in connection that fulfills the longing we have to feel fully alive. An impaired capacity for connection to self and others, and the ensuing diminished aliveness, are the hidden dimensions that underlie most psychological and many physiological problems.

The challenge for Attunement individuals is to learn how to attune to their own needs, to express them appropriately, and to tolerate more charge, fulfillment, expansion, and aliveness.

He must examine his objectives and see that true progress is achieved through moving forward to a better way of life, rather than upward to total life incompetence.

Man must realize that improvement of the quality of experience is more important than the acquisition of useless artifacts and material possessions.

Alas! if the principles of contentment are not within us, the height of station and worldly grandeur will as soon add a cubit to a man's stature as to his happiness.

It's the not-yet in the now, the taste of the fruit that does not-yet exist, hanging the blossom on the bough.

The measure of happiness is merely the difference between expectations and outcomes. It is not concerned with what one possesses – it is concerned with how content one is with what one possesses.

Wij hebben het nu over jou. Vergeet niet, ik ben notaris geweest. Ik maak die dingen altijd af. Wat wil jij worden?' 'Ik weet het niet.' Hij begreep dat dat geen goed antwoord was, maar het was het enige, zelfs als iemand graag altijd alles afmaakte. Hij had geen flauw idee. Eigenlijk wist hij zeker dat hij nooit iets wou, maar ook nooit iets zóú worden. De wereld was al boordevol met mensen die iets waren, en de meesten waren er duidelijk niet gelukkig mee.

He knew he could worm his way beneath her defenses—he'd read every word of those diaries. He knew the one absolute way to fulfill her every dream. The problem was, could he do that to her? He didn't have to. He could turn about this moment and ride away. Yet that would mean leaving her forever.

It was like training yourself to live on the smell of an apple alone, when what you really wanted was to devour it, to sink your teeth into it and consume it, seeds core, and all.

when Marilyn had leaned over his desk and kissed him, this beautiful honey-haired girl, when she came into his arms and then into his bed, James could not quite believe it. The first afternoon they'd spent together, in his tiny whitewashed studio apartment, he marveled at how her body fit so perfectly against his: her nose nestled exactly into the hollow between his collarbones; her cheek curved to match the side of his neck. As if they were two halves of a mold.

A part of her wanted to stay home, to simply be with her children, but her own mother had always scorned those women who didn't work. "Wasting their potential," she had sniffed. "You've got a good brain, Elena. You're not just going to sit home and knit, are you?" A modern woman, she always implied, was capable—nay, required—to have it all.

It was like training yourself to live on the smell of an apple alone, when what you really wanted was to devour it, to sink your teeth into it and consume it, seeds, core, and

Rules existed for a reason: if you followed them, you would succeed;

Is there anything that gives you a deeper sense of satisfaction?

A part of her wanted to stay home, to simply be with her children, but her mother had always scorned woman who didn't work. "Wasting their potential," she had sniffed. "You've got a good brain, Elena. You're not going to sit at home and knit, are you?" A modern woman, she always implied, was capable - nay, required - to have it all.

Son, it's time to go home

enough, we had enough time, any of this was enough?

If you went on neglecting your own tastes like this, did you, in the end, cease to have any tastes? Cease, in fact, to be a person at all, and become merely a labour-saving gadget around the house?

I want to be more successful as a mother than I am in show business.

Gitmek, kaderin hatalar?n? düzeltmektir.

Bana sorarsan?z gerçek mutluluk yaz ya?muru gibi birden bo?anmaz insan?n ba??na. Davran???m?za, çevremizdeki insanlarla ili?kimize her gün azar azar çekidüzen vererek eksiklerimizi tamamlar?z. Yava? yava? biriken bir ?eydir mutluluk.

Mutluluk, birbirini tamamlayan ufak tefek ÅŸeylerin birikmesinden doÄŸuyor.

Gerçek mutluluk, yava? yava?, azar azar gelir ve bu bizim hayata bak?? aç?m?zla do?rudan do?ruya ilgili ve orant?l?d?r.