Quotes About Satisfaction

Aristotle says, To be happy means to be self-sufficient.

Nicht was die Dinge objektiv und wirklich sind, sondern was sie für uns, in unserer Auffassung, sind, macht uns glücklich oder unglücklich.

Der Tor läuft den Genüssen des Lebens nach und sieht sich betrogen.

Der Reichtum gleicht dem Seewasser: je mehr man davon trinkt, desto durstiger wird man. - Dasselbe gilt vom Ruhm.

Sólo la especie tiene una vida sin fin, y ella sola es capaz de satisfacciones y de dolores infinitos.

The happiness we receive from ourselves is greater than that which we obtain from our surroundings.

Will is the lord of all worlds: everything belongs to it, and therefore no one single thing can ever give it satisfaction, but only the whole, which is endless.

We are free only when we no longer require health, however much we may prefer it.

When the twins asked what cuff-links were for—"To link cuffs together," Ammu told them—they were thrilled by this morsel of logic in what had so far seemed an illogical language. Cuff + link = cuff-link . This, to them, rivaled the precision of logic and mathematics. Cuff-links gave them an inordinate (if exaggerated) satisfaction, and a real affection for the English language.

For the first time in her life, Tilo felt that her body had enough room to accomodate all of its organs.

Asl?nda insanlar?n baÄŸl?l??a ihtiyac? olduÄŸunu savundu. BaÄŸl?l?k ille de mutluluk getirmez ve hatta ac? verici olabilir ancak hepimiz hayatlar?m?z? tahammül edilebilir k?lmak için kendimizin d???nda bir ÅŸeye adanm??l??a ihtiyaç duyar?z. Bu olmadan bize yaln?zca arzular?m?z rehberlik eder ki onlar da geçici, kaprisli ve doyumsuzdur.

Equally troubling, people seem happy to let us off the hook.

He found the work deeply satisfying, despite the gruelling hours.

after one or two bites I just don't want it.

For the erotic is not a question only of what we do; it is a question of how acutely and fully we can feel in the doing. Once we know the extent to which we are capable of feeling that sense of satisfaction and completion, we can then observe which of our various life endeavors bring s closest to that fullness.

The erotic is a measure between the beginnings of our sense of self and the chaos of our strongest feelings. It is an internal sense of satisfaction to which, once we have experienced it, we know we can aspire. For having experienced the fullness of this depth of feeling and recognizing its power, in honor and self-respect we can require no less of ourselves.

Of course, women so empowered are dangerous. So we are taught to separate the erotic demand from most vital areas of our lives other than sex. And the lack of concern for hte erotic root and satisfactions of our work is felt in our disaffection from so much of what we do. For instance, how often do we truly love our work even at its most difficult?

For the erotic is not a question only of what we do; it is a question of how acutely and fully we can feel in the doing. Once we know the extent to which we are capable of feeling that sense of satisfaction and completion, we can then observe which of our various life endeavors bring us closest to that fullness.

When we look away from the importance of the erotic in the development and sustenance of our power, or when we look away from ourselves as we satisfy our erotic needs in concert with others, we use each other as objects of satisfaction rather than share our joy in the satisfying, rather than make connection with our similarities and our differences.

But the erotic offers a well of replenishing and provocative force to the woman who does not fear its revelation, nor succumb to the belief that sensation is enough. ... For the erotic is not a question only of what we do; it is a question of how acutely and fully we can feel in the doing. Once we know the extent to which we are capable of feeling that sense of satisfaction and completion, we can then observe which of our various life endeavors bring us closest to that fullness.

And that deep and irreplaceable knowledge of my capacity for joy comes to demand from all of my life that it be lived within the knowledge that such satisfaction is possible, and does not have to be called marriage, nor god, nor an afterlife.

THE MOTHER: You don't ask much of life, do you? THE LADY: Why should I? You don't get what you ask for anyway.

Smoking had become my favorite thing in the world to do. It was like having instant comfort, no matter where or when.

You would be amazed by what you can give up, lose, or break, and yet still be a person who gets happy over brownies.