Quotes About Satisfaction

But there was no use pretending: I was not the sort of person who counted blessings; I was the sort of person for whom there could never be enough blessings.

She had too much of everything, and so she longed to have less; less, she was sure, would bring her happiness. To me it was a laugh and a relief to observe the unhappiness that too much can bring; I had been so used to observing the reults of too little.

and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mouths.

The miser who clings to his money and will not give up any of it because of the pleasure which its possession affords him cannot have any of the material comforts of life. He lives in continual want and discomfort in spite of all his wealth.

Forget purpose. It's okay to be happy without one. The quest for a single purpose has ruined many lives.

Money, it turned out, was exactly like sex, you thought of nothing else if you didnt have it and thought of other things if you did.

18 «Nell'esperienza di un grande amore tutto ciò che accade diventa un avvenimento nel suo ambito» (R. Guardini, L'essenza del Cristianesimo, Morcelliana, Brescia 1980, p. 12). 19 «La vita dell'uomo consiste nell'affetto che principalmente lo sostiene e nel quale trova la sua più grande soddisfazione» (cfr. san Tommaso, Summa Theologiae, II IIae, q. 179, a. 1).

It isn't everyday that we want to see a syrupy Van Gogh or hear a piquant fugue by Bach, or make love to a succulent woman, but every day we want to eat; hunger is the recurring desire, the only recurring desire, for sight, sound, sex and power all come to an end, but hunger goes on, and while one might weary of Ravel for ever, one could only ever weary of ravioli for, at most, a day.

Gosto muito de uma frase do Zuenir Ventura, que diz que ele não gosta de escrever, gosta de ter escrito. O ato de escrever não me dá muito prazer, não. Bom é ter escrito.

Quizá yo empezaba a intuir que así es como la vida nos mueve y nos enreda, y nos fatiga sin desmayo, porque si no alcanzamos lo que anhelamos, el corazón lo perseguirá cada vez con más saña, pero si lo logramos o creemos lograrlo, añoraremos el anhelo que poníamos en la persecución. ¡Entonces sí éramos jóvenes e incansables! Entonces, siempre entonces.

I smile. No plan can take everything into account. Other people will raise their heads, others will desert. Time will go on spreading victory and defeat among those who pursue the struggle. I sip with satisfaction. We deserve the warmth of baths. May the days be aimless. Do not advance the action according to a plan.

Happiness, or contentment, comes from where we look and what we believe, not from what we have.

Self-seeking breeds loneliness; self-forgetfulness breeds fullness.

Contentment does not lie around the next corner. It is not waiting for us on the other side of today's difficulty, nor is it lost with yesterday. Contentment is where God is, and God is with us today.

We will never find contentment—freedom from that angry feeling of unfairness—by getting the things that are rightfully ours. We will find it by letting go of our entitlement to them.

Our problem really isn't that we need something we don't have; our problem is that we don't find God to be enough for us.

God created human beings with a capacity for loneliness so that we would yearn for and find our all in him.

Self-indulging is how we worship the idol of comfort, and orienting our lives on whatever promises to provide it in the fastest, easiest, most enjoyable way is how we bow down. As with any kind of idol, the appeal to immediate gratification is why self-indulgence snares us.

Looking back at that evening was almost better than experiencing it the first time, because it did not go faster than I could manage it, I did not have to worry about my part, and I was not distracted by doubt, because I knew how it would come out. I relived it so often, it might have happened just so that I could relive it later.

Is it that when these events are in chronological order they are not propelled forward by cause and effect, by need and satisfaction, they do not spring ahead with their own energy but are simply dragged forward by the passage of time?

Once, in the rain, a van turned a corner suddenly at her and she stumbled over her boots into a ditch and then she saw herself clearly: a woman in early middle age wearing rubber boots walking in the dark looking for a white car and now falling into a ditch, prepared to go on walking and to be satisfied with the sight of the man's car in a parking lot even if the man was somewhere else and with another woman.

In a simple way, that same night, like two hungry and thirsty people, we could decide we wanted to find a place to be alone together and remain together long enough to satisfy our appetite.

I believe happiness is a chemical imbalance––it's a silly thing to strive for. But, satisfaction––if you seek satisfaction you can succeed.

One dog got makeup applied to its face, lipstick and blue eye shadow. It was a white-faced dog, so the makeup showed up well. We liked to have an impact. When we were done, the lipstick went back into some mother's Fendi handbag. We watched her apply it, unaware. That was satisfying.