Quotes About Satisfaction

even though you know that your manuscript is not perfect and you'd hoped for so much more, but if you also know that there is simply no more steam in the pressure cooker and that it's the very best you can do for now—well? I think this means that you are done.

that a good marriage is one in which each spouse secretly thinks he or she got the better deal

Die happy-I will, F'nor cried, cutting more fruit.

Not long after our final lesson, on one of our Sundays at the lake, my father and I were walking along the shore when he noticed a small rock shaped like a bird. When he picked it up, I saw the quick gleam of satisfaction in his face and felt in an instant that I had less power to please him than a stone.

When I cannot write a poem, I bake biscuits and feel just as pleased.

There is, of course, always the personal satisfaction of writing down one's own experiences so they may be saved, caught and pinned under glass, hoarded against the winter of forgetfulness. Time has been cheated a little, at least, in one's own life, and a personal, trivial immortality of an old self assured.

Do you not think sometimes we value a thing merely because we have paid for it?" she asked. "And perhaps paid too much? And so we cling to it, and go on paying?

What have you? Have you anything at all that matters? Is that what comfort has given you-that you are dead at heart of self-satisfaction?

She has the world on a string, and she contemplates it with some satisfaction.

I think to feel this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn.

I congratulate myself on not having arrived into the world until the present time. This age suits my taste.

I never changed after that. I sought for nothing in the one great source of change which is humanity. And even in my love and absorption with the beauty of the world, I sought to learn nothing that could be given back to humanity. I drank of the beauty of the world as a vampire drinks. I was satisfied. I was filled to the brim. But I was dead. And I was changeless.

I saw my real gods . . the gods of most men. Food, drink, and security in conformity.

His hands would soon be trembling and he would have indigestion, but he didn't care. When you love coffee you abandon everything to that love.

You really have need of very little, but each of us must decide how much he wants.

He wanted to say this was not erotic. But it was erotic, insofar as anything and everything is.

And it was not merely the dry hissing coil of the thirst that was quenched and dissolved, it was all my craving, all the want and misery and hunger that I had ever known.

One doesn't simply glut oneself on blood.

I think to be this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn.

Why don't people do what they really want to do, Reuben?" he asked. "Why do we so often settle for what makes us devoutly unhappy! Why do we accept that happiness just isn't possible?

Lestat, let me drink. Let me look for the blood with my tongue and my hear. Let me drink, please; you can't deny me that one moment of intimacy.

Y vi mis dioses verdaderos... los dioses de la mayoría de los hombres: la comida, la bebida y la seguridad en el conformismo. Cenizas.

You make me think of the old story about Alexander the Great. He wept when there were no more worlds to conquer. Will you

it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!