Quotes About Satisfaction

Anl?yorsun! Anl?yorsun ya, seni bu yiyecek! Anlamasayd?n mutlu olurdun!

I lack nothing, I tell you!" "Nothing?" I asked. "Not even heaven?" He lowered his head and was silent. But after a moment: "Heaven is too high for me. The earth is good, exceptionally good–and near me!" "Nothing is nearer to us than heaven. The earth is beneath our feet and we tread upon it, but heaven is within us.

You don't talk dirty to make him hot. You talk dirty to communicate what you need. And most guys, if you go, Yeah, yeah, just like that, a little more to the left, they'll do it.

You use up everything you've got trying to give everybody what they want.

Free is a man who has no desires.

Wisdom does not make me full. It fills me with hunger.

The greatest satisfaction comes not from chasing pleasure and avoiding pain, but from the radical acceptance of life as it is, without fighting and clinging to passing desires.

The Dalai Lama is rumored to have said that being able to have sex without any attachment would take the level of attainment of being able to eat either chocolate cake or dog shit without any preference between the two.

If I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with.

If I was home alone at night, I cooked myself an entire meal from one of these cookbooks. Then I sat down in front of the television set and ate it. I felt very brave and plucky as I ate my perfect dinner. Okay, I didn't have a date, but at least I wasn't one of those lonely women who sat home with a pathetic container of yogurt.

Here's the thing about dessert--you want it to last. You want to savor it.

Earrings are like orgasms. You can never have too many. I never thought about it quite that way. Well, you're a man. She gave his knee a friendly pat.

I didn't get fired. You didn't punch your boss and get fired from the Tribune? That's what I heard. I punched what could loosely be called a colleague for cribbing my notes on a story and since the editor–who happened to be the asshole's uncle–took his word over mine, I quit. To write books. Is it fun? I guess it is. I bet you killed the asshole in the first one you wrote. You'd be right. Beat him to death with a shovel. Very satisfying.

Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?

I want a beer. I want a giant, ice-cold bottle of beer and shower sex.

I want lots and lots of sex. You really are the woman of my dreams. First round, wet shower sex, after we scrape off a few layers of the Alaskan tundra, then a short and satisfying lunch break. Then a second round of make-the-mattress-sing sex. I feel a tear of gratitude and awe forming in the corner of my eyes. Don't think less of me.

I want you more than I should, she heard herself say. I have you less than I want.

After weighing the pros and cons, I've decided sex with you would be mutually satisfying. You're attractive and pleasant. And clean. You kiss very well, and while I've found that's not always a reliable gauge for skill in bed, it often follows. If you're agreeable, we can finish dinner, I'll show you the greenhouse, then we can go in and have sex. I'm on birth control, but I would require you wear a condom.

Everyone needs cake, Del.

I figure if you've got to take someone down or set them straight, you might as well enjoy it on some level. Malcom

Dependence, she knew, and the longing for more than what you had, led to unhappiness and discontent.

If you take your time about things, you end up with the best at the end of the day. He buried his face in her hair, wanting the scent and the texture. Now, I've got the best. Good, solid stoneware.

No point in wishing for what you can't have. - Blair What's the point in wishing for what you can and do? - Larken

When you've had less than little in some things, you're grateful for even a spoonful of more.