Quotes About Satisfaction

Wanting so mostly rarely withstands the presence of the thing we want. Say why.

I was a happy young woman and I just happened to write poetry. I wasn't trying to get anywhere, I was where I wanted to be..." Rest In love Queen!!

Each of us, when our day's work is done, must seek our ideal, whether it be love or pinochle or lobster à la Newburg, or the sweet silence of the musty bookshelves.

I'll give you the whole secret to short story writing. Here it is. Rule 1: Write stories that please yourself. There is no Rule 2.

You have food?" Winter scolded. "I thought you said you were hungry." I'm hungry for other things besides what I have," [Clover] argued.

It was literally the best food she had tasted in two hundred and fifty years.

I suspect it's a human characteristic not to know when you're well off," I said.

How long does a thief stay content? And what's it like to starve?

I suspect it's a human characteristic not to know when you're well off.

Happiness is having a scratch for every itch.

Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.

People who have what they want are fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they really don't want it.

Those who achieved power were satisfied so long as they could merely retain it, and advertise it uncritically in the conventionally self-assertive manners.

Those Americans who wholly failed to realize this ideal, who remained at the bottom of the social ladder, either consoled themselves with hopes for the future, or stole symbolical satisfaction by identifying themselves with some popular star, or gloated upon their American citizenship, and applauded the arrogant foreign policy of their government.

For once I was satisfied, which is really all anyone can ask for.

I don't collect anything.

The people aren't in a hurry, and don't compete against each other all the time. They don't go chasing after pipe dreams. They're happy with who they are and what they have.

They really were the people from the well - they'd fallen into it long ago and had now arranged their lives at the bottom of it, thinking the well was the entire world.

Rozkosz nie jest przyjemno?ci?… - zaczyna?a sennie jego ?ona, gdy D. szuka? na jej ciele klawisza ENTER.

They please, are pleas'd, they give to get esteem,Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.

Man wants but little here below,Nor wants that little long.

No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.

It has been a thousand times observed, and I must observe it once more, that the hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowned with fruition.

Still to ourselves in every place consign'd, Our own felicity we make or find.