Quotes About Fulfillment

Maybe the kind of love that would comfort me did not exist. Perhaps I expected too much of love and no one existed who could ever meet my unceasing and bottomless need for it.

And I remembered reading an article about baby boomers, how we expect the best and when we get it we worry that maybe we should have expected more, because it's all diminishing returns after a certain age.

knowing I had finally arrived where my life said I belonged.

What was worse, we asked ourselves, to sit and wait for our own deaths with proper somber faces? Or to choose our own happiness?

And once you reached the top, you would be able to see everything and feel such happiness it would be enough to never have worries in your life ever again.

I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found.

The hunger in our hearts was instantly filled.

ethnicity? And I remembered reading an article about baby boomers, how we expect the best and when we get it we worry that maybe we should have expected more, because it's all diminishing returns after a certain age.

When what you have is more than enough, you're on the edge of impeccability.

La holgazanería podrá parecer atractiva, pero la satisfacción sólo la da el trabajo.

Aparte de un marido e hijos, necesito otra cosa a la que dedicarme. No quiero haber vivido para nada, como la mayoría de las personas. Quiero ser de utilidad y alegría para los que viven a mi alrededor, aún sin conocerme. ¡Quiero seguir viviendo, aun después de muerta!

Passion gives me moments of wholeness

I would like to have your sureness. I am waiting for love, the core of a woman's life. Don't wait for it, I said. Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me.

You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.

Don't wait for it, I said. Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me.

The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.

I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very faithful wife.

I dreamed you, I wished for your existence.

Pleasure is an attitude, not a person or place.   —Diary 6, pg. 52

Djuna had wanted a life of desire and freedom, not luxury but beauty, not security but fulfillment, not perfection but a perfect moment like this one...

But love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst into their fullest bloom...

Man is always trying to create a woman who will fill his needs, and that makes her untrue to herself.

That last afternoon in Henry's hotel room was for me like a white-hot furnace. Before, I had only white heat of the mind and of the imagination; now it is of the blood. Sacred completeness. I come out dazed in the mellow spring evening and I think, now I would not mind dying.

I do not need to be a selfless child, or a woman giving to the point of self-annihilation.