Quotes About Satisfaction

Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)

When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

As though they have been told everything already, and are content.

We must do what we do to satisfy our own hearts... (p. 87)

Women who routinely have orgasm in intercourse without explicit clitoral stimulation all say that it makes little difference what the guy does, as long as he doesn't come too soon

Weightlessness is like heroin, or how I imagine heroin must be. You try it once, and when it's over, all you can think about is how much you want to do it again. But apparently the thrill wears off.

Which ones, in short, make the difference in the consumer's mouth and mind? "And you can't ask the consumer," says Langstaff. "You ask the consumer, 'Why does it taste better?' They say, 'Because I like it better.'" The consumer's flavor lexicon is tiny: yum and yuck.

We cannot without depraving our minds endeavour to please a lover or husband but in proportion as he pleases us.

I am satisfied: miserable wretch! you have determined to live, and I am satisfied.

After so much time spent in painful labor, to arrive at once at the summit of my desires was the most gratifying consummation of my toils.

For while I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires. They were for ever ardent and craving; still I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned.

am satisfied: miserable wretch! you have determined to live, and I am satisfied." I

But in truth, neither the lonely meditations of the hermit, nor the tumultuous raptures of the reveller, are capable of satisfying man's heart. From the one we gather unquiet speculation, from the other satiety. The mind flags beneath the weight of thought, and droops in the heartless intercourse of those whose sole aim is amusement. There is no fruition in their vacant kindness, and sharp rocks lurk beneath the smiling ripples of these shallow waters.

I'd settle for what you had to give

For whilst I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires.

how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.

I have ten thousand florins a year without Greek, I eat heartily without Greek.

how much happier is that man who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become so greater than his nature will allow

Yet why were these gentle beings unhappy? They possessed a delightful house (for such it was in my eyes) and every luxury; they had a fire to warm them when chill, and delicious viands when hungry; they were dressed in excellent clothes; and, still more, they enjoyed one another's company and speech, interchanging each day looks of affection and kindness.

Everyone believes he can fashion a witch to his way of thinking so that she will satisfy his ambitions, dreams, and desires...

if you've eaten your fill since childhood, you've plenty of time to think of love and nothing else.

Make sure, as often as possible, you are doing something you'd be happy to die doing.

Want,' she told her, in a measured tone, 'is an interesting word. It means lack. Sometimes if we fill that lack with something else the original want disappears entirely.