Quotes About Satisfaction

Which in the gray of gentler eyes will prove far more than any of us could ever need; 'enough' we will shout, 'enough!' our bellies full, our hearts full, our ages full; fullness and greater fullness and even more fullness; how then we will laugh and forget how imagining has already left us.

What at all can we ever really possess?

I'm pretty much just hoping to live decent. I hope that's enough.

She did not produce it easily, but when it came, she had a starving smile.

The last words of Max Vandenburg - You've done enough.

You ate it up and you didn't ask for more, and you didn't complain.

Maybe the only thing that matters is to make our lives last as long as we do. You know, to make a life last until it ends, to make all the parts come out even, like when you rub the last piece of bread in the last drop of oil on your plate and eat it with the last sip of wine in your glass.

He sido tan feliz desde que nos hemos conocido, he sentido tan intensa y plenamente, que me bastaría para toda mi vida. Es como si ya me hubieran otorgado con creces la ración que me corresponde. Si nunca más fuera dichoso, no tendría derecho a quejarme.

Maud (like my mother) thought food did a lot more than just fill you up.

You call your thousand material devices "labor-saving machinery," yet you are forever "busy." With the multiplying of your machinery you grow increasingly fatigued, anxious, nervous, dissatisfied. Whatever you have, you want more; and wherever you are you want to go somewhere else … your devices are neither time-saving nor soul-saving machinery. They are so many sharp spurs which urge you on to invent more machinery and to do more business.

Research has found perceiving nature's beauty to be a significant predictor of life satisfaction. In other words, the more one perceived nature's beauty, the more one reported life satisfaction.

What do you not have, Lord Hardford?" she asked. "For no one has everything, you know, or even nearly everything.

tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined armchair with a long sigh of satisfaction. Three times a day for many months

we drank each other up with so much yearning and need that afterward I felt myself drained of all the things the Chairman had taken from me, and yet filled with all that I had taken from him.

Als iemand iets moois ziet, denkt hij dat het af is. Dat stelt hem tevreden. Hij kijkt niet verder. Hij gaat er niet mee aan de slag. Hij durft er niet aan te slijpen, zodat wij nooit zullen weten wat er allemaal nog onder de oppervlakte zit. Die hele onzichtbare rijkdom zal nooit worden aangeboord.

Eskiden insanlar hayatlar?ndan memnun olmad?klar?nda devrim yaparlard?. ?imdi al??veri? yap?yorlar.

The safest way of not being very miserable is not to expect to be very happy.

Wealth is like sea-water; the more we drink, the thirstier we become; and the same is true of fame.

If life — the craving for which is the very essence of our being — were possessed of any positive intrinsic value, there would be no such thing as boredom at all: mere existence would satisfy us in itself, and we should want for nothing.

A man is never happy, but spends his whole life in striving after something that he thinks will make him so; he seldom attains his goal, and when he does, it is only to be disappointed; he is mostly shipwrecked in the end, and comes into harbour with mast and rigging gone. And then, it is all one whether he is happy or miserable; for his life was never anything more than a present moment always vanishing; and now it is over.

What give all that is tragic, whatever its form, the characteristic of the sublime, is the first inkling of the knowledge that the world and life can give no satisfaction, and are not worth our investment in them. The tragic spirit consists in this. Accordingly it leads to resignation.

Money is human happiness in the abstract; and so the man who is no longer capable of enjoying such happiness in the concrete, sets his whole heart on money.

All striving comes from lack, from a dissatisfaction with one's condition, and is thus suffering as long as it is not satisfied; but no satisfaction is lasting; instead, it is only the beginning of a new striving. We see striving everywhere inhibited in many ways, struggling everywhere; and thus always suffering; there is no final goal of striving, and therefore no bounds or end to suffering.

That human life must be some kind of mistake is sufficiently proved by the simple observation that man is a compound of needs which are hard to satisfy; that their satisfaction achieves nothing but a painless condition in which he is only given over to boredom; and that boredom is a direct proof that existence is in itself valueless, for boredom is nothing other than the sensation of the emptiness of existence.