Quotes About Satisfaction

Learning is a deep human need, like mating and eating, and like all such needs it is meant to be deeply pleasurable to human beings.

Everyone was just trying to find a way to be happy, to feel fulfilled. The manner in which they searched for that state differed wildly, but the prize remained the same.

For in this world, one life was enough for any man.

Closure is for jars, books, and closet doors.

Now they are lovers. The first, wild courses are ended. They have founded their domain. A satanic happiness follows.

Bad science, maybe… but personally gratifying.

That which makes people dissatisfied with their condition, is the chimerical idea they form of the happiness of others.

One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.

Adams derived bitter satisfaction from the new administration's peccadilloes. He sent letters to Charles and to Abby describing the White House fracas over Peggy Eaton, a tavernkeeper's daughter whom Jackson's secretary of war and close confidante, John Eaton, had married and whom the wives of other cabinet members and of Vice President Calhoun refused to meet. Secretary

Most people seemed satisfied with the thin decorative glaze and the artful stage lighting that, sometimes, made the bedrock atrocity of the human predicament look somewhat more mysterious or less abhorrent.

Though he "never conquered asthma completely," suffering spasms at irregular intervals for decades, he had strengthened his body sufficiently so that he could participate in a wide array of sports. He wrestled and sparred, ran three or four miles a day, took up rowing and tennis, and continued to work out in the gym. Though he failed to excel in any of these activities, he derived immense satisfaction from the sheer fact of overcoming his earlier invalidism.

descubrir que hemos logrado de un modo tan fácil algo tantas veces deseado es decepcionante. Es como si no lo hubiera estado intentando. Conseguir algo que uno quiere por pura casualidad, no, no hay en ello placer, ni sensación de éxito.

Never give anyone the satisfaction of denying you something you need, and for that, what you have to do is to learn to need nothing. Starve the wanting part of you. Dorothy Allison, "Mama" Trash

My dear Gaultier,' said Lymond. 'It will send the Shadow of God into transports. I suppose I've seen objects more grisly before, but it doesn't spring to mind where.… Twenty-four-carat gold, Jerott. Look. And studded with rubies like fish-roes.' 'Yes. I think he'll be pleased,' said Georges Gaultier. For the first time satisfaction, animation and even cheerfulness rang in his voice. 'Sickening, isn't it?

I feel I deserve a little amusement at someone else's expense. That is all. I have worked for it. I have paid for it. And I propose to have it.

And then the blue eyes, with gentleness, scanned all her new-made body and came to rest on her eyes. 'I have begun to eat,' said Francis Crawford. 'And I have begun to slake my thirst. But in you I have found a banquet under the heavens that will serve me for ever.

I am glad then,' said Catherine, 'that there was nothing between us, rather than mediocrity.' And from the homes … of Unicornes … 'There was kindness,' he said. 'And that was a great deal.

I don't like to see things done badly on either. At the moment, I am tired of journeys. It is time I arrived somewhere.

He looked well. And as if somewhere, lately, he had tasted happiness.

Si los deseos fueran pasteles —dijo Lymond, lanzando al aire un objeto brillante—, los mendigos darían mordiscos.

Placetne, magistra? Placet.

All the children seem to be coming out quite intelligent, thank goodness. It would have been such a bore to be the mother of morons, and it's an absolute toss-up, isn't it? If one could only invent them, like characters in books, it would be much more satisfactory to a well-regulated mind.

The art of change-ringing is peculiar to the English, and, like most English peculiarities, unintelligible to the rest of the world. (The change-ringer's) passion - and it is a passion - finds its satisfaction in mathematical completeness and mechanical perfection, and as his bell weaves her way rhythmically up from lead to hinder place and down again, he is filled with the solemn intoxication that comes of intricate ritual faultlessly performed.

If you want it your own way, God will let you have it. Hell is the enjoyment of your own way forever.