Quotes About Satisfaction

I write because I love how I feel to have written.

although they might never be rich or famous in America, they would have the satisfaction of knowing that what they had they had made for themselves.

When I was a young woman, I wanted a prince-like mate. Very handsome, very successful. A big cheese. I wanted a glamorous career, but nothing too hard or risky. And I wanted it all to come to me as validation of who I was. It would be many years before I was satisfied. I got a great guy, but he was a work in progress. I have a great career, but boy, is it a constant challenge. Nothing was easy. So why am I satisfied? I changed my mindset.

No life, no matter how successful and exciting it might be, will make you happy if it is not really your life. And no life will make you miserable if it is genuinely your own.

There are times when chocolate really is the answer to all of your prayers.

Is chocolate your answer to everything? Sometimes.

Not only is there no way to make everyone happy, it's nearly impossible to make anyone happy. And anyway, most people only think they want to be happy. Including me. There's something wildly freeing about knowing that.

And then those dusky lashes fluttered up, revealing a lambent gleam of jungle green. His hands circled her waist and she slowly flexed his hips, a wholly male sound of satisfaction escaping him when her eyes fluttered shut and she gasped. And then a small, secret, feminine smile appeared on her lips and Chase's control snapped like a power line in a high wind. Wrapping her in his arms, he began to pump into her in a slow, relentless rhythm that was both too much and not enough.

His most remarkable gift, as Laura saw it, was a deep and profound contentment with what he had.

Keep your expectations simple and you almost always get what you want,

This was not a blowjob; this was fellatio, my friends.

The atmosphere changes immediately. And there's an out of the way place where your mind stores things. You can't reach it yourself. It's like the game Operation and you are the body and someone else has to have a steady hand, they have to poke that part of you, that hot spot. When you get what you want, what you always wanted, what it means to be you is to want this thing and now you have it and there is a roar. Love.

The underlying questions of appetite, after all, are formidable — What would satisfy? How much do you need, and of what? What are the true passions, the real hungers behind the ostensible goals of beauty or slenderness?

Where are the lines between satisfaction and excess, between restraint and indulgence, between pleasure and self-destruction? And why are they so difficult to find, particularly for women?

But isn't this what Americans do best, the pursuit of happiness reconfigured as the pursuit of stuff, the diet, the toys, the boys, the magic bullet

These are big trade-offs for a simple piece of cake —add five hundred calories, subtract well-being, allure, and self-esteem — and the feelings behind them are anything but vain or shallow... The experience of appetite in this equation is an experience of anxiety, a burden and a risk; yielding to hunger may be permissible under certain conditions, but mostly it's something to be Earned or Monitored and Controlled.

To a drinker the sensation is real and pure and akin to something spiritual: you seek; in the bottle, you find.

But then the wine came, one glass and then a second glass. And somewhere during that second drink, the switch was flipped. The wine gave me a melting feeling, a warm light sensation in my head, and I felt like safety itself had arrived in that glass, poured out from the bottle and allowed to spill out between us.

Love—the desire to love and be loved, to hold and be held, to give love even if your experience as a recipient has been compromised or incomplete—is the constant on the continuum of hunger, it's what links the anorexic to the garden-variety dieter, it's the persistent pulse of need and yearning behind the reach for food, for sex, for something.

Make some memories that will keep you smug in your dotage.

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Relationships are complicated, but happiness in a relationship isn't: It's just wanting exactly what you have. Wanting something else is dispiriting.

It may not be terribly fruitful to rearrange deck chairs on the Titanic, but that doesn't mean it isn't satisfying.

Happiness is the ability to recognize it.