Quotes About Satisfaction

But I never did, because it never seemed right, and I didn't want to settle for anything less than what my brothers and sister have.

Why does the writing make us chase the writer? Why can't we leave well enough alone? Why aren't the books enough?

I had wanted life not to bother me too much, and had succeeded—and how pitiful that was.

The technical qualities of a product matter, but the way the product is experienced is more important.

Anything less then God, ever me wanteth.

Of course I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be? My life is perfect. I have a job that I love, a beautiful home, a brilliant husband, and a son I'm incredibly proud of.

Soon, her fingers dug into the flesh at the small of his back and she bucked wildly beneath him and cried out into the night, arching her back, throbbing and flexing around his burning, blissful erection. He plunged down hard, crushing her soft form beneath him as she continued to climax;

How extraordinary it is when all the puzzle pieces finally come together and we are able to see the whole picture…and behold something beautiful.

decided I would never take contentment for granted again. I would make the most of it while it lasted.

Everything's perfect." I want to kick myself for using that word, because nothing's ever perfect.

And this is the potency a first kiss should have: it should be earned. The moments leading up to it should be as tense as a crossbow drawn back. The reader should want it as badly as the hero and heroine, and feel as satisfied and transported and transformed as the hero and heroine in the wake of it. There are different ways to use kisses in a romance, but that first kiss is so meaningful, a pinnacle, and can be more intimate than sex.

Brighton is like Bristol-on-sea. It's for people who are happy with where they've got to in life and don't want to go any further.

She let him know how much she liked what he was doing by scoring his back with her nails and crying out with pleasure. "Oh, God." "Nay, lass. Connor.

And I realized that, for this night at least, I didn't much care if anyone was the marrying kind or not - not even me. Who could tell? We none of us knew for sure WHAT kind we were, exactly, but as long as were the kind that could sit around eating together and having a lovely time, that was enough.

Don't you love it when the ending makes you smile?

Habits...the only reason they persist is that they are offering some satisfaction...You allow them to persist by not seeking any other, better form of satisfying the same needs. Every habit, good or bad, is acquired and learned in the same way - by finding that it is a means of satisfaction.

Hablar de despertarse cuando por fin se está tan bien así dormido.

The more a book is like an opium pipe, the more the Chinaman reader is satisfied with it and tends to discuss the quality of the drug rather than its lethargic effects.

y al final el ridículo lo he hecho yo porque nada hay más lamentable que un hombre esforzándose por mover a otro que está muy bien como está, que se siente perfectamente en la posición que le da la gana.

feliz, ergo sin futuro)

la sed está antes que la saciedad y vale mucho más.

un amor que podía prescindir de su objeto, que en la nada encontraba su alimento, se sumaba quizá a otras fuerzas

I have lived long enough to satisfy both nature and glory.

Maybe just being alive, and having someone to love who loved you back, was enough.