Quotes About Fulfillment

Si hortum in bibliotheca habes, nihil deerit. (If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.)

É impossível não ser felicíssimo quem em tudo depende apenas de si e em si mesmo tudo apóia.

I do not understand what the man who is happy wants in order to be happier.

Zoals de dwaasheid nooit tevreden is, zelfs niet als haar wensen worden vervuld, zo is de wijsheid steeds tevreden met wat voorhanden is, en heeft nooit onvrede met zichzelf.

Dac? ai o gr?din? ?i o bibliotec?, ai tot ce-?i trebuie.

Die Menschen kommen durch nichts den Göttern näher, als wenn sie Menschen glücklich machen.

It's like I've been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask. The answer is quite simple: To care.

Regardless of whether you are a man or a woman, everyone births things into reality.

But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No plot.

Potential has a shelf life.

Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?

This is the middle of my life, I think of it as a place, like the middle of a river, the middle of a bridge, halfway across, halfway over. I'm supposed to have accumulated things by now: possessions, responsibilities, achievements, experience and wisdom. I'm supposed to be a person of substance.

He has to find more and better ways of occupying his time. His time, what a bankrupt idea, as if he's been given a box of time belonging to him alone, stuffed to the brim with hours and minutes that he can spend like money. Trouble is, the box has holes in it and the time is running out, no matter what he does with it.

Maybe sadness was a kind of hunger, she thought. Maybe the two went together.

They are as happy as they can be, given who they are. Though if they'd been different people they might have been happier.

Death is much too high a price to pay for the satisfaction of curiosity, needless to say.

What we prayed for was emptiness, so we would be worthy to be filled: with grace, with love, with self-denial, semen and babies.

If there were no emptiness, there would be no life.

She's the kind of woman who wants what she doesn't have and gets what she wants and then despises what she gets.

He got his driver's license, he got his high school diploma, he got his university degree. He got a worried little furrow between his eyes. He did what he thought was expected of him, and brought the official pieces of paper home to her like a cat bringing dead mice. Now it's as if he's given up because he doesn't know what else to bring; he's run out of ideas.

Because if you weren't an Aunt or a Martha, said Aunt Vidala, what earthly use were you if you didn't have a baby?

People always forget about prophecies unless they come true.

They say: Speak for us (to whom?) Some say: Avenge us (on whom?) Some say: Take our place. Some say: Witness Others say (and these are women) Be happy for us.

Nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.