Quotes About Fulfillment

She had been adept at the beginning and the end of things, and now she saw that whatever pleasures life had to offer lay in the middle. She could find some peace there.

She was the beautiful, lethal,insinuating spider he had waited for all his life. She was the final knife in his heart. He opened his heart with gladness.

He walked home, completely at peace. He knew now he would go on doing the things he was doing -- going to work, buying up land he didn't understand, seeing Sylvan Glass for reasons he couldn't help. But he also knew it would all be fine, whatever happened. He knew it was the right thing to do. He was in the place he was meant to be. He was home, finally, at the happy and complete end of his long and troubled road. He was home.

The supply of good women far exceeds that of the men who deserve them.

On this subject it is striking to note how many individuals pursue, outside of their own professions and with a kind of rebellious delight, hobbies that are no more than personalized forms of work. This suggests that one of the hidden desires of humanity, provoked by the inward clamor of unused potentialities, is the dream of work in freedom.

How would your values and priorities change if you were told you had only seven days to live?

I would rather have thirty minutes of wonderful, than a lifetime of nothing special.

It's hell writing and it's hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.

Take the time to write. You can do your life's work in half an hour a day.

The only meaning our lives have is the meaning we give them.

You won't know true happiness ... till you give up your heart's desire.

I am interested in art as a means of living a life; not as a means of making a living.

All real works of art look as though they were done in joy.

The end will be what it will be. The object is intense living, fulfillment; the great happiness in creation.

There are people who buy pictures because they were difficult to do, and are done. Such pictures are often only a record of pain and dull perseverance. Great works of art should look as though they were made in joy. Real joy is a tremendous activity, dull drudgery is nothing to it.

Your only hope of satisfying others is in satisfying yourself. I speak of a great satisfaction, not a commercial satisfaction.

Art need not be intended. It comes inevitably as the tree from the root, the branch from the trunk, the blossom from the twig. None of these forget the present in looking backward or forward. They are occupied wholly with the fulfillment of their own existence.

There are men who, at the bottom of the ladder, battle to rise; they study, struggle, keep their wits alive and eventually get up to a place where they are received as an equal among respectable intellectuals. Here they find warmth and comfort for their pride, and here the struggle ends, and a death of many years commences. They could have gone on living.

Who covets more, is evermore a slave.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well.

It would drive a man mad to apprehend the whole tragedy, to know every effect and consequence, to know the names of every good man and woman, every genius and every saint, who was never born because their lineage petered out there on that rise at Franklin.

If you think something is missing in your life, it is probably YOU...

Are the choices you are making going to really make you happy NOW or happy eventually?

Some people CHASE happiness. And some people CHOOSE happiness...