Quotes About Satisfaction

Reason is a terrible trap because you will be satisfied with answers. And if you are satisfied with answers, you'll never come to know what life really is.

Pleasure is the most real good in this life.

People only do their best at things they truly enjoy

A life directed chiefly toward the fulfillment of personal desires will sooner or later always lead to bitter disappointment.

But I can tell you this: Nothing will happen up there that can duplicate my life down here. That life cannot be better than the one I've lived down here, the football life. It's been perfect.

The more a human creature has tasted of bitter things the more it hungers after the sweet things of life.

Hedonism can be a rational response to a difficult life.

Never settle for the crumbs of life.

Throwing yourself into a job you enjoy is one of the life's greatest pleasures!

Nothing goes perfectly for us. But... being incomplete is what pushes us onward to the next something... If we were even perfectly satisfied, what meaning would the rest of our lives hold, right?

I know I will die with either a camera in hand or a woman on top - what more could one ask of life?

At this point in my life I'm not bent on proving anything, really.

The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.

Happiness consists more in small conveniences or pleasures that occur every day, than in great pieces of good fortune that happen but seldom to a man in the course of his life.

Breathing is the greatest pleasure in life

The more they lack material things, the more they indulge themselves when they can, but the less is their satisfaction with this world and they hunger for life after death(on Russian slave laborers.)

Take it from me, there's nothing like a job well done, except the quiet enveloping darkness at the bottom of a bottle of Jim Beam after a job done any way at all.

Let me ask you something. Do you think there's such a thing as a perfect day?

growth itself contains the germ of happiness, maybe a germ is enough, maybe its all you need

Decent friends—check. Roof over my head—check. Food in my mouth—check.

Even though I'm not much into eating, dinner is one of the most enjoyable parts of my day because I get to turn my brain off.

I drew in a deep breath, then exhaled in satisfaction. "Smell that? That's air, bascha … good, clean air. And warm air, too . . no more frozen lungs." "No," she agreed, "no more frozen lungs … now we can breathe Southron air and have our lungs scorched.

When you're missing a peice of yourself, aching, gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very soul, the feeling will never go away. Most people find a way to fill this void, material possessions, a string of relationships, affairs, food...I bear my soul, with words, for all to see.

Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?