Quotes About Satisfaction

I believe the test of government is the contentment of the people.

Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief.

It wasn't her dream job, but she did quite enjoy the satisfaction of transforming a messy pile of paperwork into neat rows of figures.

when you're starved of something you should receive in abundance, you never quite trust it.

Ah, yes, money. They say it doesn't buy happiness, but I don't know about that.

It was embarrassing just how much genuine happiness she was gaining from something so superficial.

Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief. "Would

She was easily addicted: men, food, wine. In fact, she felt like a glass of wine right now, and the sun was still high in the sky. Lately, she'd been drinking. Maybe not excessively, but certainly more enthusiastically than usual.

It was just that there were so many different levels of "comfortable," and at Celeste's level no electricity bill could make her cry.

refusing to give him the satisfaction.

for the most part she'd always felt satisfied or at least accepting of the universe in which she found herself … except for right now, because right now it felt like there had been some sort of cataclysmic quantum-physics administrative error. She'd slipped universes.

Every time she managed to get him to eat something healthy she found herself deeply satisfied, her mouth virtually chewing along with his, as if some innate, biological need was being met.

One's happiness depends less on what he knows than on what he feels.

If you leave you leaving the best so you would have to settle for less.

The top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong.

There's a particular feeling in your body when something goes right after a long time of things going wrong. It feels warm and sweet and loose.

He is wine and bread and deep in my stomach.

I have never understood why a person who is not a genius bothers with art. What's the point? You'll never have the satisfaction of having created something indispensable.

loved that Amy Lowell poem when I first read it, how her lover was like red wine at the beginning and then became bread.

I was feeling what I should be feeling, as if for once all the sharp awkward fragments of my life suddenly fell into their proper slots.

They were also deeply desired, and no woman without a chaperone was safe from male advances. They were prudish and reluctant to discuss sex, but they had a lot of it and reported great satisfaction.

To attribute meaning to an event or to a lifetime of events is an expression of dissatisfaction with things as they are.

If man be sensible and one fine morning, while he is lying in bed, counts at the tips of his fingers how many things in this life truly will give him enjoyment, invariably he will find food is the first one.

Happiness for me is largely a matter of digestion.