Quotes About Satisfaction

Aren't the trunks stupid?" she whispered. "He says it gives the place a little authenticity. He didn't like the renovation." So the house had been a compromise: The husband wanted vintage, Susan wanted new, so they thought this outside/inside split might settle things. But the Burkes ended up more resentful than satisfied. Millions of dollars later, and neither of them were happy. Money is wasted on the rich.

He'd have to work to make me comfortable here, and he doesn't want to do that. He wants to enjoy himself.

But I felt, for once, decent. Not telling-myself-I-am decent, but just decent.

glutted and sugar-pissed

People want passion. People want a sense of purpose. And when they get those things, then they come back to you because you predicted their future, and it was good.

La gente hace lo que se supone que debe hacer y después espera a que los colmes con tu aprecio; son como los empleados de las tiendas de yogur helado que dejan vasos sobre la barra para que eches la propina.

Not that love is a competition. But I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

I thought we would be the most perfect union: the happiest couple around. Not that love is a competition. But I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

They were hard-edged, soft-centered, brutally demanding, and easily pleased, these women of Brewster Place.

If the cake fits, eat it!

There are a lot of Tater Tots in the world. I intend to stick around to eat my share.

A DRIVEN PERSON IS GRATIFIED (AND GRATIFIED TEMPORARILY) ONLY BY ACCOMPLISHMENT.

Indeed the measure of our intellectual maturity, one philosopher suggests, is our capacity to feel less and less satisfied with our answers to better and better problems.

No man ever knows when he is happy; he can only know when he was happy.

Zuviel kann man wohl drinken, Doch trinkt man nie genug.

She's my friend, the boy said simply. That's who she is and that's enough for me. As Minli looked at the buffalo boy, aglow with happiness against his poor surroundings, she saw it was enough for him. More than enough, as the smile that kept curling up on his face told her.

You stand in a puddle when I would give you an ocean...*

It was like having a box of chocolates shut in the bedroom drawer. Until the box was empty it occupied the mind too much.

He's satisfied with himself. If you have a soul you can't be satisfied.

Fun... human nature... does no one any harm... Regular as clockwork the old excuses came back into the alert, sad and dissatisfied brain--nothing ever matched the deep excitement of the regular desire. Men always failed you when it came to the act. She might just as well have been to the pictures.

And yet he was happier in his unused room simply because it was his, his possession. I thought with bitterness and envy, if one possesses a thing securely, one need never use it.

With goodness one can feel secure; why wasn't I satisfied with goodness, why did I always ask her the wrong questions?

trying to extricate from the long day the grain of pleasure

For a matter of seconds, he felt an immense satisfaction that he could talk of suffering to them now without hypocrisy--it is hard for the sleek and well-fed priest to praise poverty.