Quotes About Satisfaction

The strongest feelings I experienced were in Davis Cup. It was the most powerful thing: the victories and the losses. It hits you in a distinct way. It's another level of satisfaction - another level of sadness.

As far as I'm concerned, as soon as you reach your goal, then that's the box ticked for me. I don't feel the need to repeat titles or repeat victories; as soon as I get the one, then I'm happy.

The ultimate victory in competition is derived from the inner satisfaction of knowing that you have done your best and that you have gotten the most out of what you had to give.

It's time for me to do things I like so I will be happy, my wife will be happy, my friends will be happy. I just want to do something I'm proud of. It's time for me to change. I could sign with a company for 10 movies and I'm the king of video and so what?

There isn't quite a feeling you get from playing video games that you get when you're playing sports, which is like a sense of euphoria. You just get the satisfaction of doing something active and feeling good after.

I'm easy to please. I just need a bed and video games, and I'm set.

Videos is the worst. Let me make it clear: Videos suck. It sucks making a video. It's happy when it's over and edited and online, but making it, it ain't really too much fun.

When the pace of our feet matched perfectly, I felt a deep inner pang of satisfaction. I could have gone on walking like that forever, side by side with him. There had been few times in my life I had ever inhabited a moment so fully, with no loneliness lurking at the edges.

Because the problem with having tried something new and amazing was that you could never go back and take the same pleasure in the thing you used to enjoy. You could never erase the awareness that somewhere out there was a better experience you weren't having. You knew you were eating a canned biscuit after you'd tried a fluffy, tender homemade one with a crisp buttered top, the whole of it split open and doused with honey.

All the truly enjoyable things in life are invariably bad for you—and they're even better when done to excess.

For the first time in his life, he was beginning to recognize that true passion was not easily satisfied, that there was a difference between the needs of his cock and the organ that resided two feet above it. It was not a welcome discovery.

There is no happiness for any individual, man or woman, who does not dwell within the broad zone of average." Pandora

you can't go looking for happiness as if it were a shoe you lost under the bed. You already have it, you see? You just have to let yourself be.

He kissed like a man who had lived too fast, learned too late, and had finally found the thing he wanted.

Troubled are they who want the world, troubled are they who have it.

Obeying her silent demand, he fused their hips together in a tight, deeply satisfying grinding motion that shot through her like a bolt of lightning. She folded herself around him and purred as sweet release streaked and spread through her, until every inch of her glowed with delight.

She cupped him so gently, as if she were handling something dangerously volatile. Which she was. His body was nothing but a container brimming with lust, ready to explode. The primitive part of his brain took obscene satisfaction in the lurid sight of her, a fair-haired nymph, sweetly caressing his cock. The contrast grace and crudeness appealed to him on the most primitive level.

If loneliness was a choice, what was the other option? To settle for second-best and try to be happy with that? And was that fair to the person you settled for?

When someone asks if you'd like cake or pie, why not say you want cake and pie?

Would you say that Owen is satisfied with his career?" Burns asked. Luna shrugged. She'd met few men who were satisfied. Few women as well. Was she satisfied? She wouldn't know how to answer that question. "I think he imagined a different life. But he accepted the life he had.

I moan with his words, with the boldness of this man, with the ease at which he can spin my world around and drive me wild. I am close to the sweet spot, moving against his hand, arching into his touch

I will tease you, bite you, and spank you.

You're a beautiful woman who deserves to be properly fucked, and I conclude from your actions and your answers to my questions that you haven't been. I want to be the man to remedy that. I want it very much.

What you want when you have a hard on for a girl, is rarely what you want when you pull out.