Quotes About Satisfaction

They want to be tied up, I tie them up. They want to be spanked, I spank them. They want to be called names, I call them names. But try and drink a little of their blood, and they scream like babies. What about my needs?

A woman's magazine quiz: Question: You decide to do the dread deed and just as things are starting to get hot he comes, rolls over, and asks, "Was it good for you?" You: a. Say, "God, yes! That was the best seventeen seconds of my life" b. Say, "Sure, as good as it gets for me with a man." c. Put a Certs in your navel and say, "That's for you, Mr. Bunnyman. You can have it on your way back up, after the job is finished

Devil's Food? You can only eat so much white cake, my friend.

He wanted her to experience all the glorious cheese of life.

You can only eat so much white cake.

Look, I've always had an empty place in my life that I've alternatively tried to fill with food and penises, but now I have something.

You cannot miss what you have never had.

Happiness, Eragon had decided, was a fleeting, futile thing to pursue. Contentment, on the other hand, was a far more worthwhile goal.

A smile split his face. What is so amusing? asked Saphira, and she swung her tail back and forth. The scale on your snout is regrowing. Her delight was evident. Then she sniffed and said, I always knew it would. Why would it not? However, he could feel her sides vibrating against his heels as she hummed with satisfaction, and he patted her and laid his chest against her neck, feeling the warmth from her body seeping into his.

bedroom and up the side of the compound to the study. Satisfied? he asked when she arrived. Saphira raked him with her sapphire eyes, then proceeded to scrutinize the walls and furniture.

Expectations of what could be or what should be are the most common sources of our discontent.

Power, wealth and immortality--they don't bring happiness. You will never know what the word means.

Where ever I am is paradise because I'm there. I am Joy itself.

It was the sort of work that gave meaning to life.

Look, I don't have to get official recognition for anything I do. Ninety-eight percent of the thrill comes from knowing that the thing you designed works, and works almost the way you expected it would. If that happens, part of you is in that machine.

Zevk, okuma ve rahatl?k yeterliydi Nicholai için. (...) EÄŸlence gibi bir uyuÅŸturucu maddeye de gereksinim duymuyordu.

We have a nice home and we love each other and that's enough.

I love you, he told her. Sweet joy rushed through her. But there was a distinct smugness about his words. He'd sensed her feelings in return, and was pleased with himself for doing so. Turns out I love you too, she replied, communicating her wry amusement. Of all the annoying people in the world.

Hanara did not yet feel he'd reached long-life. It was a state, slaves said, where you felt satisfied you have lived long enough. Where you didn't feel cheated if you died. You might not have had an easy life, or a happy one, but you'd had your measure. Or you had made a difference to the world, even a small one, because you had existed.

There will be other ways you can make your mark. Ways that are as satisfying, with far less risk. You only need to be patient, and ready to grasp opportunities when they come." - Lord Rothen

Jacopo Belbo didn't understand that he had had his moment and that it would have to be enough for him, for all his life. Not recognizing it, he spent the rest of his days seeking something else, until he damned himself.

Quase inebriado,gozava então da sua presença nas coisas que via,e através delas desejava-a,satisfazendo-me à vista delas.E,no entanto,sentia uma dor,porque ao mesmo tempo sofria por uma ausência,mesmo sendo feliz com tantos fantasmas de uma presença.

Every thing thinks, but according to its complexity. If this is so, then stones also think...and this stone thinks only I stone, I stone, I stone. But perhaps it cannot even say I. It thinks: Stone, stone, stone... God enjoys being All, as this stone enjoys being almost nothing, but since it knows no other way of being, it is pleased with its own way, eternally satisfied with itself.

el individuo pasa de un consumo a otro en una especie de bulimia sin objetivo (el nuevo teléfono móvil nos ofrece poquísimas prestaciones nuevas respecto al viejo, pero el viejo tiene que ir al desguace para participar en esta orgía del deseo).