Quotes About Satisfaction

Alas," murmured Poirot to his mustaches, "that one can only eat three times a day ...

I just woke up feeling happy this morning. You know those days when everything in the world seems right.

the real tragedy of life was that you got what you wanted...

You arouse my gastronomical juices, madame.

May your moustaches never grow less.

I felt a distinct pleasure in passing on my own discomfiture.

They say of me: 'That is Hercule Poirot!—The great—the unique!—There was never anyone like him, there never will be!' Eh bien—I am satisfied. I ask no more. I am modest.

But nothing will suit him now but the best! He's got on wonderfully, and naturally he wants something to show for it, but many's the time I wonder where it will end.

Once you've passed, say, fifty, comfort is the only thing that matters.

Il guaio, con me, era che avevo voluto sempre troppe cose, e le avevo volute con avidità e senza essere disposto a rinunciare a niente.

Do a thing well then leave it alone .

But no artist, I now realise, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gainsaid.

The face towels had been excellent value and just what Margaret wanted, the space gun for Robby and the rabbit for Jean were highly satisfactory, and that evening coatee was just the thing she herself needed, warm but dressy. The pullover for Hector, too…her mind dwelt with approval on the soundness of her purchases.

Aku benci melihat orang yang merasa puas diri. Hal itu membangkitkan semua naluri jahatku.

Nineteen, twenty, my plate's empty.' But the reader's plate is full

Will you tell me exactly what it is that has upset you?" "Tell you that in two words, I can." (Here, I may say, she vastly underestimated.) "People coming snooping round here when my back's turned. Poking round. And what business of hers is it, how often the study is dusted or turned out? If you and the missus don't complain, it's nobody else's business. If I give satisfaction to you that's all that matters, I say.

Ah, my friend, one may live in a big house and yet have no comfort.

She wanted butter. She wanted lots of butter." "It's not just a question of butter,

Poirot said: "Yes. It is not pleasant to think, is it, that now, at this very moment, someone is rejoicing at the successful carrying out of his or her plan.

Surfing is like that. You are either vigorously cursing or else you are idiotically pleased with yourself.

Huzur buna derler., gerçek huzur. Her ?eyin sonuna gelmi? olmak... Ya?amay? sürdürmek zorunda olmamak... Evet, gerçek huzur budur.

To be content with what Nature has given you, that - that is stupid!

Few pleasures, for the true reader, rival the pleasure of browsing unhurriedly among books: old books, new books, library books, other people's books, one's own books - it does not matter whose or where. Simply to be among books, glancing at one here, reading a page from one over there, enjoying them all as objects to be touched, looked at, even smelt, is a deep satisfaction.

kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.