#faction

I hope that they are finding satisfaction. I'm in no way making a judgment. I know it doesn't make me happy. ↗

— Randy Harrison

#happy #hope #i #i hope that #judgment

In a person's lifetime there may be not more than half a dozen occasions that he can look back to in the certain knowledge that right then, at that moment, there was room for nothing but happiness in his heart. ↗

— Ernestine Gilbreth Carey

#happiness #life #memories #moments #satisfaction

I feel like every project I work on is a dream project, so long as I am learning. ↗

— Simeon Kondev

#personal-growth #projects #satisfaction #work #dreams

The little dissatisfaction which every artist feels at the completion of a work forms the germ of a new work. ↗

— Berthold Auerbach

#completion #dissatisfaction #every #feels #forms

Senses of humor define people, as factions, deeper rooted than religious or political opinions. When carrying out everyday tasks, opinions are rather easy to set aside, but those whom a person shares a sense of humor with are his closest friends. They are always there to make the biggest influence. ↗

— Criss Jami

#beliefs #best-friends #brain #daily #daily-life

Happiness is the most tired word in any language. ↗

— Erol Ozan

#dissatisfaction #happiness #happiness-life #happy #pursuit-of-happiness

Have more humility. Remember you don't know the limits of your own abilities. Successful or not, if you keep pushing beyond yourself, you will enrich your own life – and maybe even please a few strangers. ↗

— A.L. Kennedy

#enrichment #humility #personal-satisfaction #strangers #success

Much of what we called "depression" was really dissatisfaction, a result of setting a bar impossibly high or expecting treasures we weren't willing to work for. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#faith #happiness #mitch-albom #satisfaction #faith

Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men When for so slight and frivolous a cause Such factious emulations shall arise! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#men

Royal summoned mourners. They came from the village, from the neighboring hills and, wailing like dogs at midnight, laid siege to the house. Old women beat their heads against the walls, moaning men prostrated themselves: it was the art of sorrow, and those who best mimicked grief were much admired. After the funeral everyone went away, satisfied that they'd done a good job. ↗

— Truman Capote

#funeral #grief #house #phonies #satisfaction