Quotes About Fulfillment

Take a look at the society we live in. It is rotten to the core, infected with attachments. What is an attachment? An attachment is an emotional state of clinging caused by the belief that without some particular thing or some person you cannot be happy.

To acquire happiness you don't have to do anything, because happiness cannot be acquired. Does anybody know why? Because we have it already.

Now the tragedy of an attachment is that if its object is not attained it causes unhappiness. But if it is attained, it does not cause happiness—it merely causes a flash of pleasure followed by weariness; and it is always accompanied, of course, by the anxiety that you may lose the object of your attachment.

Bi?t bao ng??i Ä'ã b? c? ??i không ph?i ?? ?n thá»±c ph?m mà là ?n thá»±c Ä'Æ¡n! Má»™t thá»±c Ä'Æ¡n ch? là sá»± ch? d?n v? má»™t cái gì Ä'ang có s?n. B?n hãy ?n cho ???c món bít t?t, ??ng ?n má»› danh t?.

Could you give me the inner richness that makes it possible for you to so easily give away this thing that would have made you the richest man in the world?

Take a look at the people around you. Is there a single person among them who hasn't become addicted to those worldly feelings? Is there a single person who is not controlled by them, hungering for them, spending every minute of their waking life consciously or unconsciously seeking them? When you see this, you will understand how people attempt to gain the world and, in the process, lose their soul. For they live empty, soulless lives.

They are controlled, so manipulated. They are unhappy people, they are miserable people. They don't enjoy life. They are constantly tense and anxious. Do you call that human? And do you know why that happens? Only one reason: They identified with some label. They identified the "I" with their money or their job or their profession. That was their error.

Segunda verdad: ¿de dónde te vino ese apego? No naciste con él, sino que brotó de una mentira que tu sociedad y tu cultura te han contado, o de una mentira que te has contado tú a ti mismo, a saber, que sin tal cosa o tal otra, sin esta persona o la de más allá, no puedes ser feliz.

llegamos a la cuarta verdad, que te lleva a la inevitable conclusión de que ninguna cosa o persona que no seas tú tiene el poder de hacerte feliz o desdichado.

la gente trata de ganar el mundo y cómo, al hacerlo, pierde su vida. Y es que viven unas vidas vacías, monótonas, sin alma...

But what you're really telling me is that you want to be desired. You want to be applauded, to be attractive, to have all the little monkeys running after you. You're wasting your life. Wake up! You don't need this. You can be blissfully happy without it. Your society is not going

Primera verdad: estás aferrado a una falsa creencia, a saber, la de que sin una cosa o persona determinada no puedes ser feliz.

Why else do any of this if not to become who we want to be?

The world as it is is enough.

It was wrong and impossible and illicit and yet each minute with the boy was a gift, a scene from a story he could not leave.

He should have risked more. It has taken him his whole life to accept himself, and he is surprised to understand that now that he can, he does not long for one more year, one more month: eighty-six years has been enough.

In a child's cursive, beneath the crossed-out lines, Aethon's new line is handwritten in the margin, "The world as it is is enough.

It has taken him his whole life to accept himself, and he is surprised to understand that now that he can, he does not long for one more year, one more month: eighty-six years has been enough.

I didn't belong here, high on a crag, among rocks and thorns; I belonged high in the blue, sailing through the clouds, heading to the city where there is no baking sun nor icy wind, where the zephyrs nourish every flower and the hills are always clad in green and no one wants for anything. What a fool I was. What was this hunger that drove me to seek more than what I already had?

You always think the barley is more plentiful in another man's field, but it's no better out there, Aethon, I promise you," said the crone. "Bandits wait around every corner to bash your skull and ghouls lurk in the shadows, hoping to drink your blood. Here you have cheese, wine, your friends, and your flock. What you already have is better than what you so desperately seek.

It feels appropriate somehow, to have reached the edge of the continent, to have only the hammered sea left in front of him. As though this is the end point Werner has been moving toward ever since he left Zollverein.

Bandits wait around every corner to bash your skull and ghouls lurk in the shadows, hoping to drink your blood. Here you have cheese, wine, your friends, and your flock. What you already have is better than what you so desperately seek." But as a bee hurries to and fro, visiting every flower without pause, so my restlessness…

O take me, take me up into the ranks so that I do not die a common death! I do not want to die in vain, what I want is to fall on the sacrificial mound.

What you already have is better than what you so desperately seek.