Quotes About Satisfaction

Show me you have enough power to make it worth my while, and I'll give you any body fluid you want.

Truth is, I love Corn Dog on a Stick and Mrs. Field's Cookies.

Earl Grey latte, extra sweet

That was the real danger with not being monogamous. It wasn't really the sex, though that bugged me a lot. It was the fact that it meant the other person wasn't satisfied, that they were still looking. If you're still looking, sometimes you find it, whatever it is.

He nodded, as if that were the answer he wanted. "She's afraid of you; did you know that?" I smiled, and it wasn't a very nice smile. I could feel the edges curl up with a dark sort of satisfaction. "I hope the little bitch is sweating it out, big time.

There are towns, you know, for making money. Towns to start a career. Towns to go to college. Towns to raise a family. Key West is no damn good for any of that. Key West is to feel good and be happy. That's all.

Fulfillment leaves an empty space where longing used to be.

Holly sat down, as if at home. But, Guido wondered, would she be happy where there were no trays?

I have ten bucks in my pocket - what to spend it on? French fries - ten dollars' worth of french fries, ultimate fantasy.

Pie makes everybody happy.

the mouth they want to eat with, smile with, sing with, paint with glitter, lip- stick, and stain with grape popsicles or wine from a dark sea, a mouth to whisper with love, to open wide and swallow what love offers, hungry always for more.

I'm feeling pretty damn good for a change.

The only number that would ever be enough is 0.

If you cannot stand the spoon upright in the cup, then the coffee is too weak.

coffee must be 'hot as hell, black as sin, and sweet as love.

And was there anything on earth as dangerous as getting everything you ever wanted? As

Perhaps I've just mounted the initial stamp on a page that used to be blank. Perhaps I've filled the final space on that page. Or, as is more often the case, perhaps I've added a fifteenth stamp to a page, thus reducing its number of blank spaces from nineteen to eighteen. In any event, I'm looking at progress—and I take a moment to enjoy it.

He went on, hurting her, torturing her. And then a very strange thing happened. Very strange. So strange she didn't understand it at first. So strange she couldn't think about it, couldn't even realize what it was. All she could do was react. The fire in her breasts and loins turned from pain to pleasure. The ache that dominated her entire being became an ache that craved immediate satisfaction. She didn't want to escape, not any more.

I wasn't sure I liked him, but I was just as happy not to like the men I worked for. It bothered me less that way if I felt I was giving them less than full value.

One begins a journey with an eye on one's destination. Somewhere along the way, one learns (if one's lucky) that it's the journey itself that's important. One buys a stamp album with the intention of filling it—but it is in moving toward this goal that satisfaction lies, not in attaining it.

If today is a consummation devoutly to be wished, how can I regret anything that helped bring it into being?

Almost all people mistake ego approval for love. Because it is not love, it is not satisfying. Consequently, one continuously needs and demands it. And, this produces only frustration.

To become desireless, to not want anything external to ourselves, means we rest in ourselves, whole, joyous and happy. In this state, our true nature is constant love, unending love, giving love.

There is never enough light." To which I responded without thought: "For women perhaps. We men are less exigent.