Quotes About Satisfaction

If you found yourself in paradise, it wouldn't be long before your mind would say "yes, but. . . .

No matter what the future holds in store, I can say now—out loud, without hesitation—something that, sadly, all too few men and women can ever say: I have lived my dream.

London waited, waited in patience, orderly, content to stare steadfastly at nothing, deriving no satisfaction for their weakness but the sense of being as near as it was humanly possible to be to the scene of a tragedy.

Don't you ever mind, she asked suddenly, not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

She had everything she wanted, but she still felt, at times, that there were other things she might want if she knew about them.

B]ut he had lived in a world in which, as he said, no one who loved ideas need hunger mentally.

Yes - it was happiness she still wanted, and the glimpse she had caught of it made everything else of no account. One by one she had detached herself from the baser possibilities , and she saw that nothing now remained to her but the emptiness of renunciation. The House of Mirth

Ah, my dear; and I shall never be happy unless I can open the windows!

Now his imagination spun about the hand as about the edge of a vortex; but still he made no effort to draw nearer. He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied. His one terror was to do anything which might efface the sound and impression of her words; his one thought, that he should never again feel quite alone.

His days were full and they were filled decently, he supposed it was all a man ought to ask. Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life.

Even now, however, she was not always happy. She had everything she wanted, but she still felt, at times, that there were other things she might want if she knew about them.

In the joy of her gratified desires she wanted to make everybody about her happy. If only everyone would do as she wished she would never be unreasonable. She much preferred to see smiling faces about her, and her dread of the reproachful and dissatisfied countenance gave the measure of what she would do to avoid it.

It was an observation they had made in her earliest youth—Undine never wanted anything long, but she wanted it "right off." And until she got it the house was uninhabitable.

He had dawdled over his cigar because he was at heart a dilettante, and thinking over a pleasure to come often gave him a subtler satisfaction than its realisation.

He was at heart a dilettante, and thinking over a pleasure to come often gave him a subtler satisfaction than its realisation.

We had no longing for excessive wealth: a mere competency, though earned by daily toil, so that it was reasonably sure, and free from the drag of continued indebtedness to others, was all we coveted.

In return for ten minutes of pleasure they design the rest of the day.

Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.

That's the happiest moment. When it's all done. When we stop. When we can stop.

People can't have everything they want. You should know that; it's a rule; people can have some of the things they want, but they can't have everything.

Yes … but was I happy? Did I sit there and did contentment bathe me in its warm light?

There was an Old Person whose habits, Induced him to feed upon Rabbits; When he'd eaten eighteen, He turned perfectly green, Upon which he relinquished those habits.

Why do I always have to want more?" he asked the river. And receiving no reply, he shook his head.

There was no satisfaction in betraying people who had already defected.