Quotes About Fulfillment

O]ne of the read truths about life in any police department: For a detective or street police, the only real satisfaction is the work itself; when a cop spends more and more time getting aggravated with the details, he's finished. The attitude of coworkers, the indifference of superiors, the poor quality of the equipment - all of it pales if you still love the job. All of it matters if you don't.

Grab onto life and live it well. Don't sit and watch it pass by, and don't overindulge. Never shy away from a challenge or hard work or improvement on all fronts. Fuse your intellect and will together to create an edifice the gods themselves would envy.

If you want to be happy, cultivate a passion, be part of something bigger than yourself (have a Cause other than that of yourself), avoid self-absorption and self-obsession, know thyself via knowing others and connecting with others. Above all, connect to more than yourself and your immediate nearest and dearest.

So you're saying that having kids is what it's all about and once you've had them you start waiting to die?

Be life long or short, its completeness depends on what it was lived for.

Be a life long or short, its completeness depends on what it was lived for.

Today is your day and mine, the only day we have, the day in which we play our part. What our part may signify in the great whole we may not understand, but we are here to play it, and now is the time. This we know, it is a part of action, not of whining. It is a part of love, not cynicism. It is for us to express love in terms of human helpfulness. This we know, for we have learned from sad experience that any other course of life leads toward decay and waste.

Meaning springs from belonging.

Benjamin Franklin, said: "Money never made a man happy yet, nor will it. There is nothing in its nature to produce happiness. The more a man has, the more he wants. Instead of filling a vacuum, it makes one.

The purpose of life is to discover your gift. The work of life is to develop it. The meaning of life is to give your gift away.

I know some of my parents' friends think 'Little Britain' is in incredibly poor taste. But swimming the Channel? You can't really say anything negative about that, can you? There's nothing better than making your parents happy. The glee on my father's face that day was amazing.

All you can do in this life is follow your dreams. Otherwise you're just wasting your time.

En esta vida tenemos el deber de perseguir nuestros sueños. De lo contrario, sólo estaremos perdiendo el tiempo.

T?t c? nh?ng gì cháu có th? làm trong cu?c ??i này là theo ?u?i gi?c m? c?a mình. N?u không làm ???c th? thì cháu ?ang lãng phí th?i gian ??y.

Having money is less important than having peace.

Fail not in this charge at your peril.

There is no finish line. So love the journey.

Jane Austen never did marry. Why doesthat statement call for such reflexive pity? It carries a diferent meaning if we follow it up: Jane Austen never did marry, and therefore she was given the time and perspective to produce books as well-written as those by anyone who ever lived." -David Whyte

Love is the conversation between possible, searing disappointment and a profoundly imagined sense of arrival and fulfillment; how we shape that conversation is the touchstone of our ability to love in the real inhabited world.

What you can plan is too small for you to live. What you can live wholeheartedly will make enough plans

We find that, all along, we had what we needed from the beginning and that in the end we have returned to its essence, an essence we could not understand until we had experienced the actual heartbreak of the journey.

Work, like marriage, is a place you can lose yourself more easily perhaps than finding yourself. It is a place full of powerful undercurrents, a place to find our selves, but also, a place to drown, losing all sense of our own voice, our own contribution and conversation.

the lost sense that we play out our lives as part of a greater story

Good work, done well for the right reasons...