Quotes About Satisfaction

Ubi bene ibi patria [Where one is happy, there's one's homeland].

Vous me dégoûtez tous avec votre bonheur ! Avec votre vie qu'il faut aimer coûte que coûte… Moi, je veux tout, tout de suite, et que ce soit entier, ou alors je refuse! Je ne veux pas être modeste , moi, et de me contenter d'un petit morceau, si j'ai été bien sage.

The discovery of a new dish does more for human happiness than the discovery of a star.

The discovery of a new dish does more for human happiness than the discovery of a new star.

Well-fed and liquored, I responded with ardour.

Life is a banquet. And the tragedy is that most people are starving to death.

You will never live until you stop clinging to life. Let go. When you cling, happiness dies. If your happiness depends on anyone or anything, that's not happiness.

When you're living for nothing, you've got all your skills, you've got all your energy, you're relaxed, and you don't care. It doesn't matter to you whether you win or lose. Now there's human living for you. That's what life is all about.

Bi?t bao ng??i Ä'ã b? c? ??i không ph?i ?? ?n thá»±c ph?m mà là ?n thá»±c Ä'Æ¡n! Má»™t thá»±c Ä'Æ¡n ch? là sá»± ch? d?n v? má»™t cái gì Ä'ang có s?n. B?n hãy ?n cho ???c món bít t?t, ??ng ?n má»› danh t?.

The world as it is is enough.

Is she happy? For portions of every day, she is happy.

Marie-Laure can hear a can opening, juice slopping into a bowl. Seconds later, she's eating wedges of wet sunlight.

He should have risked more. It has taken him his whole life to accept himself, and he is surprised to understand that now that he can, he does not long for one more year, one more month: eighty-six years has been enough.

In a child's cursive, beneath the crossed-out lines, Aethon's new line is handwritten in the margin, "The world as it is is enough.

For portions of every day, she is happy.

I didn't belong here, high on a crag, among rocks and thorns; I belonged high in the blue, sailing through the clouds, heading to the city where there is no baking sun nor icy wind, where the zephyrs nourish every flower and the hills are always clad in green and no one wants for anything. What a fool I was. What was this hunger that drove me to seek more than what I already had?

What a fool I was. What was this hunger that drove me to seek more than what I already had?

Expand your property, increase your wealth, enlarge your walls. And when each new treasure you drag inside your walls doesn't relieve your pain? Go get some more.

plumpest raisins, finest custards, salmon and sardines… … came the tortoise, the honeycakes, poppies and squills, and the ·[next?]·Ã¢â'¬Â¦ … I ate until I could ·[burst?]·, then ate more…

You always think the barley is more plentiful in another man's field, but it's no better out there, Aethon, I promise you," said the crone. "Bandits wait around every corner to bash your skull and ghouls lurk in the shadows, hoping to drink your blood. Here you have cheese, wine, your friends, and your flock. What you already have is better than what you so desperately seek.

Bandits wait around every corner to bash your skull and ghouls lurk in the shadows, hoping to drink your blood. Here you have cheese, wine, your friends, and your flock. What you already have is better than what you so desperately seek." But as a bee hurries to and fro, visiting every flower without pause, so my restlessness…

She'd been naked in her pool, floating on her back, when she realized that her life—two kids, a three-story Tudor, an Audi wagon—was not what she wanted.

What you already have is better than what you so desperately seek.

At night Ward tossed in self-loathing: how, he wondered, can you want something so badly, finally get it, and yet wind up discontented? And how can it happen so quickly? When he finally could sink into sleep his dreams boiled with faceless devils; he woke--gasping--with their talons on his windpipe.