Quotes About Fulfillment

I don't know. We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy. Something's missing. I looked around. The only thing I positively knew was gone was the books I'd burned in ten or twelve years. So I thought books might help.

Don't ever be a Rocket Man." I stopped. "I mean it," he said. "Because when you're out there you want to be here, and when you're here you want to be out there. Don't start that.

We are cups, constantly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

I don't know. We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy. Something's missing. I looked around. The only thing I positively KNEW was gone was the books I'd burned in ten or twelve years. So I thought books might help.

You must understand that our civilization is so vast that we can't have our minorities upset and stirred. Ask yourself, what do we want in this country, above all? People want to be happy, isn't that right? Haven't you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we keep them moving, don't we give them fun? That's all we live for, isn't it?

Occasionally I wonder why I can be so happy. The answer is that every day of my life I've worked only for myself and for the joy that comes from writing and creating. The image in my mirror is not optimistic, but the result of optimal behavior.

If you don't like what you're doing, then don't do it.

I don't know. We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy

How did you get shaken up? What knocked the torch out of your hands?' 'I don't know. We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy.

So here, after fifty years, is Fahrenheit 451. I didn't know what I was doing, but I'm glad that it was done.

We never sit anything out. We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

Nuk e di. I kemi të gjitha ç'duhen për të qenë të lumtur, e prapë s'jemi dot të lumtur. Diçka mungon. Kërkova përreth dhe pashë se e vetmja gjë që më mungonte ishin librat, ata që unë i kisha djegur gjatë gjithë këtyre dhjetë a njëzet vjetve të fundit. Dhe atëherë mendova se ndoshta janë librat ata që do të më ndihmojnë.

Temos tudo de que precisamos para sermos felizes, mas não somos felizes. Alguma coisa está faltando.

What is the greatest reward a writer can have? Isn't it that day when someone rushes up to you, his face bursting with honesty, his eyes afire with admiration and cries, "That new story of yours was fine, really wonderful!" Then and only then is writing worthwhile. Quite

Because I wanted to do, I did. Where I wanted to feed, I fed.

It has nothing to do with pay. Either you love what you are doing or... Look, I wrote for years, and I wasn't paid. My love carried me through all those years.

That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these.

Chúng ta có t?t c? nh?ng gì chúng ta c?n ?? h?nh phúc, nhÆ°ng chúng ta không h?nh phúc

Mutlu olmam?z için gerekli her ÅŸeye sahibiz, ama mutlu deÄŸiliz. Bir ÅŸey eksik.

Ithought that's why we bought this house, so we wouldn't have to do anything? That's just it. I feel like I don't belong here. (p.13)

We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy. Something's missing.

What do we want in this country, above all? People want to be happy, isn't that right? Haven't you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we keep them moving, don't we give them fun? That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these.

Everything I did was pure love. Pure love. And if you live that way, you've had a great life. - 'Ray Bradbury: the last interview and other conversations' by Sam Weller (p.92)

Any man who can take a TV wall apart and put it back together again, and most men can, nowadays, is happier than any man who tries to slide rule, measure, and equate the universe, which just won't be measured or equated without making man feel bestial and lonely.