Quotes About Satisfaction

Large sums passed through his hands. Nevertheless, nothing changed his way of life or added the slightest luxury to his simple life. Quite the contrary, As there is always more misery at the lower end than humanity at the top, everything was given away before it was received, like water on parched soil. No matter how much money came to him, he never had enough. And then he robbed himself.

A vacancy in the heart does not accomodate itself to a stop-gap.

How was Jean Valjean going to conduct himself in the face of Cosette and Marius's happiness? A happiness he himself had wanted, that he himself had made; he was the one who had stabbed himself in the guts with it, and, at this moment, looking back on it, he could feel the sort of satisfaction an armorer would have felt, recognizing his trademark on a blade as he yanked it, all fuming, out of his chest.

To love, or to have loved,—this suffices. Demand nothing more. There is no other pearl to be found in the shadowy folds of life. To love is a fulfilment

To love or have loved is enough. Don't ask for anything more. There is no other pearl to be found in the shadowy folds of life. To love is an achievement.

We are drawn to what we lack. No one loves daylight more than a blind man.

Does not this comprehend all, in fact? and what is there left to desire beyond it? A little garden in which to walk, and immensity in which to dream. At

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further, There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.

The claw, that's the beast that enters your flesh; the sucker, that's you yourself who enters into the beast. (...) Beyond the terror of being eaten alive is the ineffability of being drunk alive.

Amare o aver amato basta: non chiedete nulla in seguito, perché non si possono trovare altre perle fra le pieghe tenebrose della vita.

A iubi sau a fi iubit, ajunge. Nu mai cereÈ›i nimic. Nici un alt m?rg?ritar nu mai e de g?sit în cutele întunecate ale vieÈ›ii. Iubirea este o împlinire.

but the cat rejoices even over a lean mouse.

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark fols of life.

C'est une terrible chose d'être heureux! Comme on s'en contente! Comme on trouve que cela suffit! Comme, étant en possession du faux but de la vie, le bonheur, on oublie le vrai but, le devoir!

Zu lieben oder geliebt zu haben genügt. Danach verlangt nichts mehr! In den geheimnisvollen Wendungen des Lebens ist keine weitere Perle mehr zu finden.

One of the drawbacks of sleeping with whores, he thought lazily. You got what you paid for, and not a goddamn thing more.

Your're successful beyond your wildest dreams and it still isn't enough?

She ate life with unapologetic enthusiasm and took as many helpings as she wanted.

She gave herself over to the sensations of the kiss, let it become the whole of her universe, and knew finally how it felt to be enough for someone. *

buy books and we're hungry, and making eyeliner is

Learn to be happy with real life. Throw away your silly romantic novels.

My life. It's enough.

But what if that was exactly what you wanted: everything?

In literature, death was many things--- a message, catharsis, retribution. Death made you cry, filled you with sadness, but in the best of her books, there was peace, too, satisfaction, a sense of the story ending as it should. In real life, she saw, it wasn't like that. It was sadness opening up inside you, changing how you saw the world.